Chapter 106 – Lucid Dreaming (2)
She began to walk. It was the sa feeling as if she was walking on land, though it was strange to hear splashing with every step she took. She raised her gaze towards the sky.
It was bright blue and cloudless like a clear, sunny day, but she soon realized that no matter where she looked, she could not locate the sun.
Unlike the last dream, this one lasted longer. Even after walking for miles, the surrounding landscape did not change.
If this is a lake, there should be a shore sowhere…
And yet the water continued on, without an end in sight. Eugene felt herself becoming weary. She soon stopped and looked down, the water sloshing around her feet at her sudden stillness.
Is it possible for a lake to be this shallow?
After staring at the surface for a few minutes, she realized sothing strange. Because she had focused only on the lack of sensation from the water, she did not think about what could be beneath. If the water is ankle-deep, her feet and the ground should be visible. But she could not see even the muddy floor.
Below her was only a dark, deep blue.
She squatted down to get a closer look, her face hovering just above the water level. The longer she gazed through the surface, a room began to materialize underneath. She tilted her head.
It looked familiar.
She closed her eyes for a mont, preparing to dive down when needed, but when she opened them, she blinked back in surprise upon recognizing the ceiling of the chambers she shared with the king.
“Huh?”
She turned her head from side to side. She was lying in bed in her chamber. The room illuminated brightly by the light of dawn.
“What a strange dream. And an even stranger way to wake up.”
She finally sat up. It was a long dream.
For the dream to continue on like that, it could not be an ordinary one. She thought she might have been lucidly dreaming, but now, she was uncertain. What she knew is that the dream must be sohow connected to the missing treasure.
Was it about the necklace? But it seed wrong to her.
Her intuition told her that the king’s story was not true, but why would he lie to her?
Just in case, she closed her eyes and focused on her inner thoughts. She attempted to search for sothing to prove whether her doubts were warranted. Her eyebrows pursed together in concentration, but it was futile. She soon opened her eyes.
She could not find anything to support her suspicions.
“If I have that dream again next ti, I’ll have to explore more carefully,” she muttered to herself in determination, before she finally hailed a maid nearby as she started her day.
“Your Highness, the baroness has arrived as you have summoned.” The Grand Chamberlain said as he inford the king.
Kasser stamped a docunt with his seal, before raising his head and nodded.
“Allow them in. I will speak with them privately, so clear the room.”
“As you command.”
All the royal counciln filed out of the king’s council room, and Marianne was escorted in. Kasser rose from his seat to greet her. An unusual thing for a king to do, but Marianne was no normal subject.
During his childhood, she was once his caretaker and confidante, having helped shape him into the successful king he had beco today. Now, she watched over Queen Jin, his wife.
As she approached him, he ca around his desk and sat down on the sofa.
“Co on, sit down.” The king invited Marianne to a seat right next to him.
“Yes, Your Highness.” Marianne acquiesced.
Marianne was nervous to take the seat because she most likely would have to sit there for a long ti, responding to whatever inquiries the king had. It has been quite so ti since she had a private eting with His Highness, as he often did not have any work for her.
“Marianne, is there anything you haven’t told ?” he asked, quickly getting to the point of their eting.
“I do not understand what you an, Your Highness.” Marianne said, confused by his question.
“About the queen’s mory.” He clarified.
“Your Highness, there is nothing I would dare hide from you,” she said aghast.
“Then you’re certain the queen did not regain any mories? Truly? Not even sothing seemingly insignificant?” he inquired further, but Marianne only denied his worries.
“None that I am aware of. If the queen chooses not to speak, then there is no way for to know, but the last ti I saw Her Majesty, she did not seem different,” she reassured him.
Kasser mulled over her answer in silence, as Marianne took the liberty to observe him. She gathered, from his expression, that sothing must have happened between them last night.
“Was sothing amiss?” she finally asked, and he turned to her, shook out of his thoughts.
“She told she t with the president of the bank yesterday.”
“Yes. Her Highness could not rember if she had any private funds, so she requested the information from the bank and wanted to confirm it.” Marianne explained, and Kasser nodded.
“And other than that? Was there no other special incident?”
“There was that ti we t with an information broker nad Cage. According to the Commissioner, he would occasionally et up with the queen. But even after eting with the man, the queen told she could not rember anything.” she further elaborated.
Marianne was not one to report every single detail that happened to the queen’s everyday life to the king. Nor did the king even demand to know such things. It was against his very nature to do so.
She’d like to think she wasn’t a very good spy, nor did she aim to even be one. That’s why Marianne strived to help the new queen in every possible way she could.
She had wished they would beco closer to one another, and so she often acted as an interdiary between the couple a few tis before.
The current agreent between Marianne and King Kasser largely involved the queen’s mory loss. If the queen had any signs of recovering her mory, Marianne would have inford the king imdiately about it. She wanted to protect her from her mories, yes, but she was always loyal to the king.
“Your Highness.” she finally spoke up, breaking him from his reverie. Even though Marianne was not the king’s vassal, as his forr caretaker, she would often give him advice when he seed troubled.
“The loss of the queen’s mory is beyond even your own power,” she began, patting his hand comfortingly as she once did when he was young, “Her mory may return suddenly one morning, or maybe it won’t ever. But I ask you, until when will you continue to worry about it?” she asked him, seeing that the very thought still plagued the King’s mind heavily.
“In the anti, I implore you to take this ti to get to know her instead. Not just every night in her chambers. Take her to walks, eat together during als, anything. Get to know her.” She urged him gently,“After all, it takes an effort between two people to complete a relationship,” she finished.
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