Book3:WereMyDreamIs
Amaliatellingusstoriesofpeuriesago?Istillrememberthosewonderfulstorieswithdelightandnostalgia.Thentherewerealsoeveningswhebythesideofthekeuheluminousmoonlightwiththespringbreezerufflingourhair,listeningtoAmaliaretstrangeandoutndishtalesahathappehousandsofmilesaway…Ah!Thosehappydaysaregoneforever,oreturn…IfKingDimitriknewhowsickAmaliahasbee,Iamsurehewouldbeextremelydistressedandworried…”NatalieandLotuswalkedonastheytalked.Theirfootstepsquickastheywentbaansion. “Yourwordsremindmeofsomethingthathasalwaysbeenratherpuzzlingtome”saidNatalie.“WhatistherealretionshipbetweenAmaliaandKingDimitri?Orhassomethinghappeostraintheirretionship?It’slikeanenigmaticpuzzle,impossibletosolve.KingDimitriisver