Dream: Marital Misfortune

Date: 10/4/2019

I was a young Fae prince who was second in line to the summer court. I was to be married off to the heir of the Merfolk Kingdom. A political strategy by my father to unite the Fae and Merfolk. However, the heir to the Merfolk was a ruthless tyrant. If I left his side he made sure that in private I had obedience beat into me. The princess of the Merfolk had become my best friend. She cleaned me up and took care of me after her brother's vile beatings. She never saw what he did to me and I never told her. I was certain she knew he was the one hurting me. Her brother, my betrothed, often lied and said I was a walking accident. Constantly bumping into things or falling over things. "Marione, do you believe that what our parents have us do… is right?" I asked quietly one night.  She flinched. I had never spoken to her or anyone before without her brother's permission. It was the first time I'd been so candid with my thoughts. "To marry for political gain… I think it's an egregious act against the heart." She told me quietly as she tended to the bruises on my arm and shoulder. "I agree. I… had once loved someone. Before my father arranged this I had fallen quite in love with another of the Fae. However… when I learned of my father's decision… I locked my heart away." I told her as I flinched a bit. The ointment she was using stung a bit. "Maybe… then maybe you should convince our father's to call this off." Marione's voice seemed pained and I placed a hand over hers. "It might not end well. I may not make it out of your kingdom alive." I explained. "My father doesn't agree with abuse. If he knew what my brother was doing to you…" Marione's voice trailed off, "Cori, there has to be something we can do?" I flinched as she squeezed my hand. "It's possible but for now… you best not get too close to me. I don't want your brother hurting you as well. I'm his property. He can get away with it in his mind. You're more of a risk… but if he thinks you're trying to steal me away… I'm sure he'll go after you next." "Let him try. I'm not some weak damsel." Marione's voice was stern but she had a slight playful gleam to her eyes. "No, you most certainly are not." I responded with a small smile. "Thank you for everything." I don't remember much more from that dream before I awoke to my alarm.