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"No, it certainly isn't."

"No more questions. Snuggle up and close your eyes. Round two is coming, and you must rest."

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Duncan was standing in a lush green meadow. His dark hair fell to his shoulders in gentle waves, like soft ripples in a pond. Dressed in a shiny suit of armor, but with a crown on his head, a white mist swirled in the air. As she moved forward to join him, her feet not touching the ground, and a familiar melody floated through the air, and the words of the song were whispered in her ear.

These dreams go on when I close my eyes

Every second of the night I live another life

These dreams that sleep when it's cold outside

Every moment I'm awake the further I'm away

There's something out there

I can't resist

I need to hide away from the pain

There's something out there

I can't resist

The sweetest song is silence

That I've ever heard

Funny how your feet

In dreams never touch the earth

In a wood full of princes

Freedom is a kiss

But the prince hides his face

From dreams in the mist

"Brittany. Wake up."

"My prince…"

"Maybe I am, but you still need to wake up."

Struggling to bring herself up from a deep sleep, she opened her eyes and stared into Duncan's handsome face.

"That must have been some dream you were having," he remarked with a soft smile. "You were mumbling something about mists and princes and being in the woods."

"You were a Knight in Shining Armor, literally, then the song played, the one my mother loved."

"What was the song? Do you remember?"

"Dreams in the Mist. I think that's it, and the band is two girls with amazing voices."

"Heart. They were big back in the eighties."

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