You were one of his creations: beautiful, almost an angel brought from heaven itself to live in his kingdom. A dream he had created to bring peace to humans.

When you had developed a consciousness of your own. Ideas. Beliefs. Opinions. He had found himself fascinated by the way your mind worked. He quickly stopped seeing you as his creation, accepting you as an independent being. And, by the gods, weren't you charming?

Lucienne and Matthew noticed it. They noticed how he made excuses to be with you. A new dream, the creation of a new nightmare, a walk in the garden, a pleasant conversation in the throne room, or a stroll in the waking world.

It was so obvious that you had the great King of Dreams at your feet... So obvious that it was exasperating to see how neither of you noticed the truth.

Matthew had tried to persuade him: — “ Maybe you should ask her out ” – and had received a fistful of sand in the face. But... He had actually considered that option.

— “ Lord Morpheus insisted. ” – Dream had sent Lucienne to take you to your new place. A space in the palace of dreams created just for you. Molded to your tastes and everything you'd ever told Morpheus you liked. — “ He created the plans himself. ”

It was a beautiful place. A way to let you know he loved you... Without having to say it outright, obviously.

And once Lucienne had left, the king had appeared at your door. His small grimace (an attempt at a smile) graced his face at the sight of your happy face.

— “ Do you like your room? ” – His voice didn't sound so cold this time. He didn't look frightening.