Something that William didn’t tell Isabel about the magic quill was that it could send messages to the sleeping brain of the subject of the princess’s sorrow.
That night while the king slept he had fitful, spectral dreams. He saw a translucent face with long, luxurious hair. The specter looked like an older version if his daughter.
King Philip tried to wake up but he could not. He was held prisoner as the specter spoke these words:
“Oh if I could just have one wish. I wish for my father to love me. I long to hear that he loves me. I wish I could tell the king that I, his royal subject, would gladly die if it would bring his beloved queen back to him.”
Once the specter of his daughter was gone from his dream he woke up.
“Damned dream woke me up!” Said the king. “Tis a trick of the devil, that!”
The king had hardened his heart even more against his daughter for causing the death of her beloved mother. “I told her when she was with child that no good would come of it. I told her to go to the royal physician to get rid of that damnable parasite!” He said to no one but the mice in the corner of the kitchen and himself.
The king sat down at the trestle table and drank himself a tankard of Luke warm ale. He hoped with enough ale he could go back to sleep without any more dreams.
In the morning when Isabel woke she had the strangest feeling that she had left her cell in the dungeon. Just before falling asleep she remembered she felt light as a feather.
She vaguely remembered seeing her father, but he looked older and haggard.
Isabel noticed her shiny, pink quill and her book beside her in the bed. When she pulled her warm quilt back and started to get out of bed she was shocked to see what her eyes were beholding.
Just three feet from her bed was a beautiful, maple desk stained dark brown. There were drawers in the desk and there was a chair with a cushion for her comfort. On top of the desk was a pink rose in a vase and a plate of ham and eggs and more bread and cheese.
Isabel had no idea how hungry she was until she smelled the salty aroma of the ham. She tore into it and forgot all about her manners.
In the left hand corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of William the dragon flying around the corner. She was not frightened of William. They were both wounded souls that found love and acceptance in each other.
Previously published on Bubblews