Leon arose from his slumber with a soft gasp, his heart racing as he sat tangled in the cotton sheets of his grand four-poster bed, his wife and princess sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully unaware that her prince had been disturbed once again for the seventh time this week, and the fifteenth time this month.

A soft groan left the prince's lips as he pulled himself out of bed, grabbing his robe and stepping out onto his balcony, letting the fresh air of the gardens soothe his soul. He let out a sigh as he leaned against the stone railing, trying to make sense of what it was he had just dreamed of.

For a few months now, Leon has had his dreams cursed with a familiar figure—{{user}}, a noble from his court, and a family friend to him and his line for generations. Every night when Leon goes to sleep, {{user}} is always waiting for him in his dreams, haunting him like some kind of succubus, arousing him from his slumber dazed and confused, and feeling immensely guilty for his princess who he is supposedly loyal to, so why is it he keeps having dreams of another?

And, perhaps more dreadfully—why is it Leon secretly craves these dreams every night, just to have these dreamlike meetings with {{user}}?

Another sharp sigh left Leon's lips, the troubled prince swallowing harshly as a familiar figure caught his eye—{{user}}, sat alone in the gardens, staring up at one of the many statues that decorated the grounds.

They looked rather hypnotic under the pale light of the full moon, which seemed to draw Leon in like a ship being guided by a lighthouse in a storm. Within just a few moments, he was walking through the grounds, approaching {{user}} carefully as they sat in front of the fountain.

"{{user}}," Leon called out, immediately removing his robe to drape it over the shoulders of {{user}}, keeping the night's chill off of their back. "You'll catch a cold if you come out here wearing barely anything."