I glare at the princess and walk out of my hiding place to gain a clear view of the boys. They look the same as I look similar to the princess.

The Prince nods his head. "Princess, we didn't notice you at all. I am deeply sorry about that." He walks over and kisses my wrist.

I see the peasant boy flushing. "Knuckle, idiot..." He mumbles furiously.

I look at the Prince, knowing I do not want to wake up from this dream. It will be exciting to cause some mischief. "It's okay. You have nothing to be sorry about." I remove my hand from his and cross my arms.

My copy waltz over to the Prince's copy and urge him to stand.

He sticks his hand out to the armored lady. "I am Michael." He sucks in a breath. May I tour the Princess throughout the kingdom?" He stammers. "I know the King rarely allows Princess Bastia to leave the castle."

I wait for Bastia to respond when I realize I'm the acting princess. "Ummm... Sure," I said.

The grey-eyed prince smiles. "Thank you for accepting, Princess Bastia." He offers his arms and I link mine with his.

Michael looks at me with longing, thinking I am Bastia. Look beside you! Take the princess brat!

I listen to their conversation in the back as Michael tries to copy the prince's actions. I could feel like Bastia blushing to be close to Michael. "So, what do peasants do in their everyday life? As the Princess's guard and lady-in-waiting, I do not seem to have the time to prance around and have fun," she blurts out to Michael.

He looks at her. His eyes widen. "Really? That can't be! So, you have never been to Sir Garlin's chocolate palace?!" He exclaims. "I must take you there right now!"

I chuckle softly as I eavesdrop. I smile at the blooming friendship. Hopefully, my matchmaking skill allows their blooming friendship to grow into something more.

"They seem to be happy with one another," the Prince observes, waling slowly, yet comfortably.

"Yes, very much so," I reply, cautious of the language and accent used here. "I must say, what is a prince doing here when he could spend his days lounging in a castle!"

"Why the same reason a princess went out with a so-called lady-in-waiting with a fake princess accent," he says while he grins.

I gasp. "You know all this time!" I think about sliding my arm off of his when he holds onto me tightly.

He laughs. "Please, wait... I don't mean to scare you. What made you switch with Princess Bastia?"

"Well, Princess Bastia wanted to switch and feel a day of being a knight, so I gave her a chance to have fun for a while. What's wrong with that?" I mumble, looking away from his striking grey eyes.

He charmingly smiles. It holds a sense of pride and admiration. "Nothing is wrong with that. I appreciate it that you did that to a friend."

We arrive at the chocolate store where I use the King's money to buy all of us some sweet delicacy. Bastia moans in delight as she eats a croissant with chocolate inside.

I take a bite of the bread. My eyes widen. I have to agree with Michael! This is delicious!

We converse about normal peasant life. Bastia roars in laughter. She acts differently without this annoying dress on her. She is like a happy teenager with happy dreams.

Bastia turns into a free female.

As the sun sets, Michael leads us to a pretty bridge. We all stay staring at the pond.

"I will talk with the princess in private, okay?" The prince confirms with the Bastia and Michael.

They didn't respond for they are lost in each other's eyes.

He turns around and shrugs. "Okay then..."

I laugh and walk away with the prince.

The afternoon sun continues to set and the moon to replace the giant fire orb. Crickets chirp early, but still sing their melodious melody.

"Let me not beat around the bush for I have been meaning to ask you this all day," he said.

I nod. "Okay... Go on..."

He takes a deep breath "You are like me, right?" He asks.

I look at him in question. "Like what?"

"You travel through different dimensions through dreams right?"

Shock runs through my body. "I-I..." I am about to respond when a jarring sound yanks me out of the dream, jolting me from my sleep.

The sun's light crash through my window as an annoying beep rings beside me.

"No way! There's another person like me?! I could have gotten more information!" I crash down on my bed again in frustration.

Stupid alarm clock.

-🏙-

"Look at Blaire Belle! The trash among jewels!" The jerks laugh and point at me as I walk to the library. I clench the straps of my notebook-filled backpack.

Adults don't care what I am going through. Not even my parents, though I love them dearly. They seem oblivious of what is happening.

Mr. Garrison bends his back and waters his sunflowers. I swear the flowers' heads follow my movements.

The lady with her children in the third house on the right gawks at me every day without a word. How come they aren't called the weird bunch? They look like gaping fishes!

I grumble as I arrive at my haven. The historical building has thin columns and stone statues. It might be old, but this is a safe place. A protector of books. The library. The librarian, Ms. Kaitlyn, is kind and intelligent. I wonder why she stays at the imagination of her books than exploring the world she reads.

I walk towards the customer service desk where Ms. Kaitlyn reads about the classic, Romeo, and Juliet. "Morning, ma'am! I would like a book about something... dystopian now. I just finished reading Joan of Arc's bibliography, watch documentaries, and note her life in my notebook." I hand her the books, DVDs, and audiobooks about Joan of Arc.

She smiles at me. "You have been a quick reader." She hums and points towards the fiction corner. "Find The Lost City of Abyss." She places a finger to her lips. "It's a book I hid in a secret place in this library."

I smile back. "Thank you, Ms. Kaitlyn!" I walk towards the shelf, ready to tackle a new adventure.After all that, maybe I might dive into some college searching on the computers.I run my hands down the rows of books. Ms. Kaitlyn says she his the book on this library's corner. Could it be that instead of it being on the shelves, it is somewhere else? I look around for anything unusual. I pull on every book to see if it triggers some kind of room or pop opens a hiding spot. I sigh when I see nothing worked.

I sit down on the library's organized wooden floor. The floor has rows and rows of straight wood. That's when I see it. I crawl towards an unusual wood that doesn't go with the floor pattern. The odd wood.

I look around first to see if someone would call me out on the act of vandalism, but no one goes to the library these days. I pop open the wood and pull the dusty book off the hiding spot and place the wood back.

I blow the dust off and inspect the book. I scrunch my forehead after I read the flap. The government turning children into mindless robots. How horrible!

I smirk, concocting another world that I hope is out there. A world that needs my help.I walk back to Ms. Kaitlyn. "I would like to check this out."

"Keep it, dear. You will need it." She smiles, propping her arm on the library desk.

I shake my head. "I can't do that! This is the library's book!""It was mine, but I place it in the library in case a lovely girl becomes interested in it," she calmly states. Her eyes crinkle in happiness.

Mine did too. "Thank you so much. I would treasure this." I sneak over to the library's quiet corner and start to read.