He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.

And then he tells her stories. Myths he learned from his instructor. Fantasies he created himself, inspired by bits and pieces of others read in archaic books with crackling spines.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

He forgets that he was someone's dream once, himself.

I do not like sitting idly by when something clearly isn't right. I feel... not trapped but something like it, and I don't know what to about.

Most maidens are perfectly capable of rescuing themselves in my experience, at least the ones worth something, in any case.

I binge write. I think it's because I started seriously writing by participating in National Novel Writing Month, an online-based challenge to write 50,000 words in 30 days.