Page 7 of Celestia, Year Four

"And the bed?" I asked.

"My Queen, would I allow such a beauty to lie on the bare floor when I take you? I think not. Comfort is very important."

My face must have been deep red because he chuckled and gave me a playful kiss. "My honesty always throws you off."

"That's because it's a rare trait not many carry," I mumbled and smiled. "Thank you, Blessed Love."

He blushed, and I giggled happily.

"I love how embarrassed you get when I praise you."

"Ugh. Don't tease, my Queen," he muttered, pouting his lips which made him adorable to look at.

"Then make love to me, Prince of Light," I purred, just as he lowered me to the bed.

With a satisfied grin, he leaned down to press his forehead against mine once more, and our crowns clicked which caused us both to laugh.

"How is that crown still upon your pretty head, my Queen?"

"The maids use magic to ensure it remains on my head. Silly rules. Will it become a problem?"

"Not at all," he whispered. "I can work around anything, as long as it leads to my Queen receiving as much pleasure as I can single-handedly deliver."

With those words, he laid his lips upon mine, igniting the pleasurable events that followed and left me screaming in pure bliss.

"BiBo."

"She'll wake up soon?"

"BiBo, BiBo!"

"Where are you going?"

"BiBo..."

"You don't need to run away. She'll like you."

"Bo."

"And… she's gone. Hmm."

I squeezed my eyes and tried to turn over, feeling completely stiff and uncomfortable. I wanted to return to my dream, to watch the events that followed with the Queen and the Prince of Light, but I'd woken up.

My mind was still hazy, and though I felt utterly exhausted and a tad warmer than I normally felt, I didn't feel like I'd fall back asleep now.

"My Queen? Are you awake?"

Queen? Who… me? I'm no Queen. I don't think so. Or was that dream mine?

My curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes slightly to the rather dark room.

To be fair, I couldn't tell if we were even in a room. That was how dark it was. I could at least see I was in some type of bed and the small weirdly shaped nightstand and the light that gave off a weird purple illumination was aiding in my quest of figuring out where the hell I was.

"Mhm." I moaned and closed my eyes once more, not bothering to look and find the person who called me.

If that was even me.

"Celestia."