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The brief whirlwind that had suddenly hit left Jared in a momentary daze. He was not exactly sure what had happened to him, but now he felt normal, as if nothing had happened. But that was in the single second before he realized that he was no longer in his bedroom. The badly painted walls of his apartment were nowhere to be seen, and the book that had been sitting in his hand was completely gone. He was no longer sitting in his old armchair next to the desk cluttered with papers and bills he still had not gone through.
In front of him now was a setting that he would not have been familiar with had this occurred just a day before. The grand tapestries of historic battles graced the walls of the magnificent hall, and all around him there were people feasting and drinking to their hearts' content. Singers and musicians were creating brilliant tunes and servants assisted everyone that was present. It was the Great Hall of Darmoth, exactly the way Jared had pictured it while reading his novel. And he was sitting in the chair that belonged to Prince Raulet Himarath, the lead character of the story. If he had indeed entered this bizarre scenario at the very spot he had been reading, that meant he was attending his wedding night.
Trying to make sense of it all was making his head hurt. How had this happened? Was he dreaming? Was he dead? A quick slap on the cheek told him that he was indeed awake and very much alive. So what was going on? Certainly this book he had been reading was only a fictional story. He only picked it up last night after John recommended it to him. Surely he was hallucinating or something. But how could that be? All he had to drink tonight was a single glass of wine after his dinner with Lucy. And he never abused any type of drug that would cause such a hallucination. So what was he supposed to do? Ask someone for help? Go to sleep and pray that he wakes up in his apartment?
His confused thoughts were interrupted suddenly with a tap on the shoulder. He looked up to see a beautiful young woman dressed in a brilliant silver gown laced with gold and silver ribbons. "My lord, you didn't think you could get away with going the entire night and share a dance with your favorite sister, did you?" she said with a sly grin. So this was his sister, though he could not remember which one. From what Jared recalled, the prince had three sisters and one older brother. Now he just needed some way of identifying her by name. He did not know why, but something inside was telling him to continue as if he really were this prince.
So he did, for what else could he do? "As you wish, dearest sister of mine." He took her hand and stood up from his seat, glancing around at the others. He spotted what were likely his parents, the king and queen, sitting just a few seats away from him. And that meant that the bride's parents were likely on the other end of the table. The name of his wife escaped him at the moment, though it would probably come to him later. Based on what he had been reading, she was likely in her bedroom chambers at the moment, consoling herself over this unexpected marriage. If only she knew just how unexpected this wedding really was.
In front of him now was a setting that he would not have been familiar with had this occurred just a day before. The grand tapestries of historic battles graced the walls of the magnificent hall, and all around him there were people feasting and drinking to their hearts' content. Singers and musicians were creating brilliant tunes and servants assisted everyone that was present. It was the Great Hall of Darmoth, exactly the way Jared had pictured it while reading his novel. And he was sitting in the chair that belonged to Prince Raulet Himarath, the lead character of the story. If he had indeed entered this bizarre scenario at the very spot he had been reading, that meant he was attending his wedding night.
Trying to make sense of it all was making his head hurt. How had this happened? Was he dreaming? Was he dead? A quick slap on the cheek told him that he was indeed awake and very much alive. So what was going on? Certainly this book he had been reading was only a fictional story. He only picked it up last night after John recommended it to him. Surely he was hallucinating or something. But how could that be? All he had to drink tonight was a single glass of wine after his dinner with Lucy. And he never abused any type of drug that would cause such a hallucination. So what was he supposed to do? Ask someone for help? Go to sleep and pray that he wakes up in his apartment?
His confused thoughts were interrupted suddenly with a tap on the shoulder. He looked up to see a beautiful young woman dressed in a brilliant silver gown laced with gold and silver ribbons. "My lord, you didn't think you could get away with going the entire night and share a dance with your favorite sister, did you?" she said with a sly grin. So this was his sister, though he could not remember which one. From what Jared recalled, the prince had three sisters and one older brother. Now he just needed some way of identifying her by name. He did not know why, but something inside was telling him to continue as if he really were this prince.
So he did, for what else could he do? "As you wish, dearest sister of mine." He took her hand and stood up from his seat, glancing around at the others. He spotted what were likely his parents, the king and queen, sitting just a few seats away from him. And that meant that the bride's parents were likely on the other end of the table. The name of his wife escaped him at the moment, though it would probably come to him later. Based on what he had been reading, she was likely in her bedroom chambers at the moment, consoling herself over this unexpected marriage. If only she knew just how unexpected this wedding really was.