In the meantime Isabel’s father was signing decrees and seeing to other administrative duties when he suddenly fell into a deep sleep and began to dream right where he sat.
Standing before him was his beloved wife, Gwendolyn.
“What kind of sorcery is this?!”
“Tis no trick, beloved husband. It is I, Gwen, your ‘Wendy.’
‘Oh Wendy, I have grieved until I am dead inside. Why did you have to leave me?”
“I have not left you dear husband. I see what is happening through my window in heaven. I am not pleased with how you have treated our only daughter.” Said Gwendolyn.
The former queen stepped forward and kissed her husband’s temple as he sat unconscious and sprawled over his mahogany desk. Before she left him she produced the golden music box that he gave her on their wedding night. Gently, she placed it within the circle of his arms as he lay prostrate over the documents on his desk and she disappeared.
When King Philip awoke, he saw the music box that he had given his wife, so he knew that his dream of Wendy was much more than a dream.
From the corner of the hallway in the dark recess William, the dragon watched the exchange between Isabel and her mother. Yes, she was dreaming, but her mother’s presence was in truth Isabel’s reality. William can see what mere mortals cannot see or even fathom.
When the queen had gone and Isabel was still asleep at her desk, he approached her cell and shifted his being from a dragon to a fine cloudy mist and drifted into her cell and regained his shape to the young man that he was always meant to be.
William looked upon Isabel with feeling he has never felt in his 200 years of existence. He waved his hand little effort he picked her up from her desk and laid her on her bed of straw.
Isabel looked so angelic lying there, but he was sad that her bed was so crude. With a wave of his hand the straw bed became a white bed with gold inlay at the head and foot. He waved his hand again and a ruffled canopy with a white background and pink and blue roses.
William turned slightly and made a rolling gesture with his right arm and the bars were replaced with elegant walls of muted pink and bay windows on two walls. Under the windows were window seats. One of the windows, the one on the left side opened wide. He saved the best for last. He created an elegant door of cherry wood and gold fixtures which opened to the rest of the dungeon, but the dungeon was no longer a dungeon. In their reality, the dungeon was a palace.
Before William exited the new room he had created, he added another room with a complete futuristic privy which contained a wash basin on a pedestal with faucets and running water, a tub with running water and an attachment he called a shower. He also waved his hand and a sparkling white commode and a bidet appeared for her convenience and pleasure.
To anyone else the dungeon would not have changed but for Isabel and William, they shared a new and better reality; truly it was surreal.
More to come!
Previously published on Bubblews.