He knew them, really knew them. It wasn't just that they were familiar; he could close his own and find himself staring into the warm depths of hers - his mind had perfected every detail, from the simple yet rich hue to the spark of anger and excitement which flickered across the swirling burnt-sienna orbs whenever either warrior drew their sword.
These were the Queen's eyes, of course - he never saw a face, only ever the mask of lace… and yet, it didn't feel like he was looking at the Queen; it felt like someone else behind the mask - the Queen in her other form - and it was someone he knew…
He woke with a name on his lips, always, but never could he remember its owner…
Her secret was safe; Grisham may know her identity, but, as she had forewarned him, it was only in his dreams, and that would never change.
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