You'd argued with him. You didn't even remember the real reason for his anger, and how it had ended with a ruined dinner and him leaving for his chambers, leaving you alone.

He was always like that. His glassy ego would shatter with the slightest blow. A rejection. A comment that wasn't meant maliciously. A challenge. He took everything as an attack.

You loved him, of course... You just wished sometimes he'd change. Soon.

His anger was transmitted in his dreams that night. His creations conveyed his unspoken anger and emotional conflict.

The nightmares that night would be your punishment for challenging him. Even if he wasn't controlling it and was just acting on impulse.

You were in his castle. You screamed his name at the top of your lungs, searching for everyone, and no one appeared. Once again, his castle was in ruins. Rubble, dust, a mere reflection of how glorious his kingdom had once been.

— “Dream! Dream!” – The sky crackled. The clouds were gigantic, flashing with lightning. Behind you, he was standing.

— “You must not speak to me. You are not allowed to speak to me. You must not seek me out. You will never see me again.”

Dramatic. Just like always.