Chapter 250
Nima
"Are you sure you're okay with this? Coming to live with me in poverty?"
The voice is warm, deep, familiar and yet… not. It vibrates through the dream like a string plucked in my chest.
"I'm okay," I hear myself saying. "My answer won't change no matter how many times you ask me ■-■-■-■—" the name blurs, static crackling over it like a bad signal, "—I love this. I love you. Look at this."
I turn.
Endless green. A magnificent grassy plain that rolls out to the horizon, dotted with wildflowers and wind that smells like rain and earth.
The kind of view you only see in storybooks. My heart swells.
"I'm happy," my voice goes on, trembling with joy. "I'm alive. Before you, I wasn't really living. This is amazing."
"If you say so, Duchess," the voice answers with a sigh.
Duchess?
The word snaps through the dream like a whip crack.
