Dream Trysts: A Sleeping Beauty Story (Passion-Filled FairyTales Book 4) by Rosetta Bloom Page A

wake up in a hundred years, and be able to govern her people. It was possible to learn and grow in dream slumber. Perhaps Briar Rose would grow to be a wonderful ruler. Just not now. Not under the influence of Edmund. Not the man who Errol had raided the fairy kingdom for. As Errol had feasted on her mother’s blood, he said he was doing it for his son. Well, not even after death would Errol get the satisfaction of having his son anywhere near the fairy kingdom throne.
    Maurelle used levitation to move Rose. She lifted her from the floor and placed her on the bed. Then she grabbed the tip of the thread from the wheel and began to pull it toward the door. Opening the door, she wound a trail of thread down the stairs of this tower to a hallway that was more used. They would find their princess soon enough. And they would know Maurelle’s gift had come to pass. Yes, Blissa had taken to calling it a curse, but Maurelle was a fairy, and she couldn’t curse anyone. What she’d given Briar Rose was the gift of time. The gift of reflection and contemplation. The gift of space from a man who had unduly influenced Blissa and who did not deserve to unduly influence Briar Rose.

Chapter 13
     
    When Dwennon and Hilly arrived, Blissa knew the worst had happened. She knew that Briar Rose was lost to them.
    “You were supposed to watch her,” Edmund railed. “You were supposed to keep her safe. Why did we spend all these years without our daughter, only to have her completely lost to us now?”
    Hilly was apologizing to Edmund, as was Dwennon, but Blissa had trouble caring. Their daughter, beautiful, sweet, charming Briar Rose was asleep for a hundred years.
    “Where is she?” Blissa asked, turning toward them.
    Dwennon stepped forward and spoke. “I’m not sure,” he said, his voice soft and sorrowful. “She went to her bedroom to rest, and when we went to check on her, she was gone. I searched for her future as best I could, but she’s become harder to see recently. She’s come into her fairy magic.”
    Blissa’s eyes widened. “But,” she stammered. “I gave up my gifts. I gave up my claim for myself, for my line.”
    Dwennon frowned, shook his head. “Blissa, you can say whatever you want, but you can only control your own destiny. You know the ancient rules of magic are older than any fairy’s words or obligations. Your powers are lost to you, but Rose is your daughter, and she has amazing magic within her. She’s like your father, an elemental fairy.”
    Edmund, who was seated on his throne with a frown, looked over toward his wife. “What does that mean?”
    “Elemental fairies,” Blissa murmured, “are able to control one of the four elements: wind, water, fire, or earth.  Well, usually just one. Some of the greater fairies can actually control all four, but usually it’s just one. My father was an elemental fairy. He controlled water. While some people believe these are wonderful powers to have, they require a great deal of control and mastery. It takes years to learn. I had been happy not to have an elemental power, as my father indicated mastery would require great strength of will and practice.” She felt a pang of loss thinking of her father. He’d died suddenly, not long after she’d met Edmund. To this day, she missed his kindness and wise words. 
    “What is her power?” asked Edmund.
    “She controls the wind,” Hilly said. “And she is quite powerful. She almost blew Dwennon and me clear away this afternoon.”
    Blissa stared at them. That was incredibly powerful. “Are you sure Maurelle is the one who’s taken her? Could she have gone off on her own?”
    Dwennon shook his head. “I thought she had left us on her own,” he admitted. “But then I searched the future and I saw Maurelle standing over Rose, asleep. As soon as I saw, I knew it was the near future, within the hour, so we used fairy stones to come here. But I can tell now it’s been done. The time for us to stop it is