Nesia
Nesia routinely has nightmares about weddings. While most girls lay down and dream of a handsome groom and sweet champagne and slicing into fluffy white cake, Nesia wakes up in a cold sweat if there is a single mention of tulle or engagement rings in her dreams. Tonight, it's Robin Sherwood, and it's the same thing as always. She is a bride, her heart is pounding. She twists and turns in the mirror, looking at her reflection. Because it's a dream, there are no freckles on her russet skin and her hair is smooth and twisted up and yet she only thinks of Robin Sherwood. She hears music and rushes to the aisle, but the other end of the church is empty. It's always empty, every time she has this dream. There is no man standing there. Not for her. He's forgotten her, she's already been conquered. Tears blurring her eyes, she runs through the church, tearing down drapes, screaming his name. Searching for him. But he won't be there. He's long gone, from the moment she opens her heart.
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