It Wasn't a Dream (2)

*Mature Content*

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Drizella

I went back to my bedroom to lay down for a while after speaking to Charles and Ella about who is to take over the throne and Ana showing me the coronation dress. I tried to rest and close my eyes, but my thoughts were swirling my head a million miles a minute.

After a decent hour of tossing and turning in bed, I heard the door open and I sat up on the bed. Peter was standing by the door with his jacket in hand looking at me, he had the same troubled look that I had.

“So, it wasn’t a dream, then,” I said and he shook his head.

“No.” He sighed, “No… it wasn’t.” He began walking towards me to the bed, he threw his jacket over a chair and sat on the edge of his side of the bed with his back facing me. I crawled over to him on the bed and wrapped my arms around him from behind, my head resting against his