Amelie squeezed her eyes shut as a strange dream took hold of her.
She found herself in an unfamiliar place. It was a dense forest cloaked in an eerie, suffocating silence. Panic surged in her chest as she ran blindly through the underbrush, her heart pounding, desperate to find a way out.
No matter which direction she turned, the forest only grew darker and confusing.
Eventually, her legs gave way beneath her exhaustion. Breathless and disoriented, she stumbled against the rough bark of a tall tree. Her chest rose and fell in ragged gasps as her vision blurred, until she spotted Gabriel at the far edge.
However, he was covered in blood from head to toe.
"Gabriel," she murmured and ran toward him with a panicked gaze.
However, before she could reach him, a strange figure appeared. It was of a woman of whose face wasn’t visible to her. But what she could see was the woman exuded a dark, negative aura.
And before Amelie knew, Gabriel was stabbed with a sharp silvery blade.
"No!!!" Amelie screamed in her dream. "Gabriel!" Her heart raced wildly in fear and horror when the unknown woman yanked her hair to tilt her head.
"You’re not supposed to be in love, Amelie. I told you I would hunt you down in every birth. That’s your curse is!" The woman whispered in her ear.
Amelie saw the lifeless body of Gabriel and tears rolled down her cheeks.
"Gabriel. Gabriel!" She mumbled while still in the dream.
Gabriel who just came out of the washroom heard her faint mumbles. He quickly rushed to her side and found her body was stiff.
"Amelie!" Gabriel whispered, his one hand resting above her head while the other on her chest to soothe her.
"No. Please..." Amelie whimpered, still unable to come out of that dream.
"Amelie, please wake up!" Gabriel said louder this time. His hand kept caressing her head and finally Amelie opened her eyes with a loud gasp.
She sat outright while breaking into tears.
"Gabriel, you’re fine." Amelie hugged him tightly, bewildering him with her reaction.
"She... she..." Amelie stammered between sobs, her body trembling. "A woman said she would hunt me down. She stabbed you. You were covered in blood."
Gabriel’s brows knitted in concern, though his hand never stopped gently caressing her back. Her distress struck him deeper.
"Shh... calm down, darling," he murmured in low and soothing voice. "I’m here. I’m right here. Nothing has happened to me."
He released his gentle pheromones to comfort her.
Gradually, her sobs began to quiet. When her breathing slowed, Gabriel gently pulled back and wiped the tears from her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.
"You had a nightmare, nothing more," he said softly.
"No," Amelie whispered, her eyes wide with fear. "It felt real. That woman... she said I shouldn’t be in love. Gabriel, something’s not right. You need to be careful. Don’t... don’t go anywhere. Please."
Fresh tears welled in her eyes.
"Alright," Gabriel said immediately, wrapping his arms around her again and pressing her head to his chest. "I won’t go anywhere. I promise. Just stop crying."
He gently stroked her back in slow, calming motions, listening to the beat of her heart gradually settle against his.
After a long moment, Amelie finally drew back.
"Feeling better?" he asked, his tone tender.
She nodded faintly. "Hmm."
But Gabriel didn’t look convinced. He could still feel the unease radiating from her, could still see the shadow in her eyes.
"I don’t think so," he said, his gaze fixed on her face, unwilling to let her carry this fear alone.
"Have you heard the saying that when you dream something bad, it means something good is coming?" Gabriel said softly, his fingers still tracing soothing circles on Amelie’s back.
Amelie shook her head. "No."
"It’s true," he insisted gently. "Bad dreams are said to be signs that happiness is on its way. Trust me on this."
She lowered her eyes, letting his words settle. A small pause followed before she murmured, "If you say that... then I’ll believe you."
She leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered shut, lingering there in silence for a long, grounding breath. Then, slowly, she sat upright, brushing the last of the tears from her cheeks.
"I’ll freshen up," she said, her tone regaining its steadiness. "We need to leave for the palace."
Gabriel raised a brow, a trace of amusement in his voice. "You were just telling me not to go anywhere. Are you sure you want us to leave?"
"I meant..." Amelie glanced away, a slight flush coloring her cheeks. "Don’t do anything dangerous for a while."
He smiled, eyes softening. "I won’t."
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