A Long Time Dreaming
by Kannan Feng
The wall of thorns parted for me like river reeds and when I gained the castle gate, it was open, as if it was waiting for me. The guards on either side slept standing up in armor a hundred years out of date and when I walked through the perfect rose garden, I saw a young gardener asleep on the grass with a flower still in his hand.
The king slept sprawled in the drill hall, his sword fallen by his side, and the queen curled like a cat in a silken pile of ladies-in-waiting, her crown pinned neatly to her perfect gold curls. In a hidden corner, I found two sweet girls in a half-naked embrace, smiling gently in their slumber.
Mirrored from Circlet Press: Welcome to Circlet 2.0.