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forward."
    "Again, my apologies. I suppose you have filled my imagination. It's a Dolotovyan proverb, you know. When you dream, and it appears to come true, do not question it."
    "I'm your dream?"
    He rubbed his chin, a wide smile on his face. "Perhaps you are. Odd, isn't it? For you to happen to end up here by mistake? The fates may like me - and you as well."
    "Totally forward on me." It was a bit much to fill my head at once. I wanted him, I definitely wanted him. In a way that didn't feel healthy. Absurd - I wasn't going to be a princess, or a queen. I'm a wannabe painter who will probably mooch off her parents for years until I manage to find some way to turn a profit throwing oil at an easel.
    "Push it away from now. Now, about that tour of the town? Will you accompany me, or would you prefer to enjoy the relaxation of the palace?"
    I looked all around me. It was beautiful, but I watched the maid walk past - and the chef. The only person besides Leon I could talk to was Nadya. "Of course, maybe it'll be inspiration."
     
     
    -Chapter Five-
     
     
    "I cannot believe you were going to go out in that." Leon said, walking me down the main street of the city.
    "Summer. You know it's summer, right?"
    "These season things. I do not understand what you are talking about." There was a sarcastic grin on his face.
    He had set me up with some warmer clothes. A nice long sleeve shirt, made out of something that felt real good against my skin, with a warm coat over the top of it. Long pants that did more than their job in stopping me from freezing my butt off.
    The only thing he didn't supply was a bra and panties. Not for lack of trying, however. I just bashfully declined. So I had JC Penney underwear going against something that may have cost hundreds, if not thousands of dollars.
    "Ah, my people." Together, we strolled down the street, him speaking up first. "Sunday is market day."
    "How do you grow anything up here?"
    "People find a way. It is the summer, you know. Some things can grow here - and of course, livestock. We didn't magic those sausage and eggs out of nothing."
    "Of course." I watched as kids ran down the street, and various people hawked items. Vegetables, meat. Some fish too, which led me to believe that there was some water near. With that alone they could manage self-sufficiency.
    "The people here have simple lives. I guess one could argue there's virtue in that, but they are simple lives that are hard. How old do you think that woman is over there?" He pointed to a woman who had to be a similar age to Nadia. She was selling quilts.
    "I don't know. Seventy?"
    "Marian there, is fifty. Nonstop hard work ages you, fast. She has known nothing but struggling to survive. The only joy in her life have been her children. No time for music, art, games."
    "That sounds pretty awful, but look at me, I'm a spoiled American." I had a part time job when I was sixteen. If I had to do that for the rest of my life, I think I'd cry.
    Again, painting is not the best way to prevent that.
    "There's so many joys I want to introduce them to. So much I saw in my own travels. Many joys I want to introduce you to." His eyebrows raised suggestively.
    I had to laugh. "You're never going to let up, are you?"
    "Would you let up if you saw something you really wanted in front of you?"
    "There is something I really want in front of me."
    "Oh really?"
    Again, in a flash I turned my head away. Don't tell him how you feel, idiot. He only wants you because you're playing hard to get.
    "Um, I mean. Look at that!" I pointed at a random food item. It was bright red, and looked sort of like a fruit roll-up.
    "So that's what you want? Then I shall get it for you."
    He broke from me and pulled out the wallet. He offered some of Dolotovyan currency. I reminded myself to ask questions later about what you'd call it, so I could stop feeling such an idiot.
    The merchant was happy, and Leon returned, two in hand. "Here you go, my Beatrice."
    I took it. Seems