Raised in a Petticoated Kingdom

Current Class: Wannabe Princess (Petticoated)

"Raised in a Petticoated Kingdom." you answer, getting a nod from the maid in return. "Does that me-

The dream shifts locales, bringing you in front of a small house on a cobblestone street. You're still wearing your gown, but you can feel the extra petticoats along with something on your back for the moment. Putting a hand near the top of your back, you feel the hilt of something. Grabbing hold, you pull this strange object away.

Sitting in your hands is a massive greatsword. A gift from your former spouse, she forged it for you with as much love that one could possibly put into a blade. You haven't gotten to use it that much. Life has a way of keeping conflicts to a minimum.

So you stare through the window. Inside, it looks like a small shop. A woman is laying on the floor, petticoats and gown discarded off to the side. A man you can only assume to be the woman's husband is gripping her hand. Compared to her, his gown is decked to the brim with poofy petticoats. As hard as it would be tell from here, the dress looks to be a match to yours. Or as close of a match that you can get - barring gender of course.

But then you do a double take. Right before your very eyes, you see a baby girl. That's you. Shouldn't this ki-

The scenery shifts once more to a schoolyard. There, you watch your younger self do battle with another girl. Both girls seem to grow right before your eyes, becoming teenagers and then... adults.

"I miss you."

You're now standing on a hill. A wedding is occurring down below. Your wedding, to be exact. The tears just keep rolling on out, light piercing through.

"Lydia, are you alright?"