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she'd been caught with her hand in her grandmother's cookie jar. She raised one eye at me and smirked, "They brought us back enough eggs to run the ruse for three months, at which point his uncle would be considered too old to ascend to the throne. Three of his cousins would then be in contest for the crown. Three idiots mind you, but far better than his rotten uncle."
    The room spun like that old carnival ride where they strapped you onto the wall, and the gravitational forces kept you flattened against it, while it spun then turned on its side. My mouth leapfrogged over my brain again, and I blurted, "Then you haven't…," punctuating it with a suggestive eyebrow bounce.
    "No Emery, never," she vowed, "but he still has to consummate his marriage by midnight tonight. A retinue of viceroys will be coming to verify the union." She held her hand out, helping me up from the chair. "Maybe it's time that you go and find him, Emery. This time in the waking world."
    This lady was fruit bat crazy. "Anula, those were just dreams," I objected, gesticulating wildly with my arms.
    Her face relaxed, and I felt like I was staring into my grandmother's warm eyes just before she hugged me. "They were as real for him as they were for you. A gift for any Syalantian with just a drop of royal blood. We are able to connect with our perfect mate long before we ever physically meet. This is considered the greatest blessing of the royal family, and why the Empire and our home planet have been blessed with peace and prosperity for over 3000 years."
    I looked at her like she had just grown horns and a tail.
    The princess continued, "Seriously Emery, you think money or power mean anything, when you have perfect sex every day of your life? That's what you'll have with Rohn. I know it was far more difficult for you, not having Syalantian blood. You wouldn't have been able to control the dreams in the same way a Syalantian might. You probably didn't know their meaning, but certainly felt the strength of your bond with him. It means you should be together. You should be with Rohn."
    Holy nuts on a chicken. The dreams were real. For him, he's actually been having sex with me. I've actually been having sex with him. We've been having sex. My brain hit the brakes fast. Everything stopped, I didn't know what to think, how to feel. Sure, the dreams were perfect, but they were still only dreams. Weren’t they? Oh my gosh! The sex was real. My thought process was locked in a vicious loop of acceptance, then denial and all over again. Panic rose up fast, deep from my gut assailing my mind with question after question. Did I brush my teeth before I went to bed every night? Did I forget to shower some nights? Holy crap he's seen me naked! Heat spread across my cheeks and other nameless parts of my femininity.
    No, no way. I totally could not process this now. This was way too much. The wife of the man I'm totally in love with is telling me to be with him. Wait a second... Am I in love? It certainly feels that way. My every waking minute has been occupied with thoughts of him; the overwhelming need to be close to him, to touch him. For months now, I’ve lived and breathed for the late night moments when he invaded my dreams and took me in his arms. Absolute happiness! Pure joy!
    Meeting him in person has set me on fire, like 24/7. My body, my soul overwhelmed by the unrelenting, constant craving to be with him. The thought of losing him makes my stomach drop to my toes. The pain of our separation unmatched by a thousand visits to the dentist. Yeah, I guess I am totally head over heels, fall down to the ground and thank God you’re a woman, in love with him.
    Hell, we've been making some sort of dream love, for the last two months almost every night of the week.
    But this was still wrong. Love or not, he was monumentally unavailable. I was being pulled in every direction at once. I staggered to my feet, using what little hold over myself I still possessed and pulled