The Land Of Dreams

She awoke to the pounding of horses hooves jarring the ground she had been sleeping on. Rising up, Lady Velvet brushed an errant lock of flame-red hair from her face and peered around. The horse and rider were coming closer. With a gasp of alarm, she rolled out of the way, into a dry ditch on the side of the road. The man reigned in his horse, and spurred it around, back towards her. He stopped and regarded her from atop the great, black Stallion. "Greetings, Milady." he said, wearing a half-smile as he took in her form. Her red velvet dress was now covered with dust, and so was her hair. She glared back. "you sir." she said, standing and stepping out of the ditch, dusting herself off. "Could have very well killed me!"

He arched his eyebrows and chuckled. "Indeed." he said and dismounted. He held out a hand a hand to her, offering his assistance.

She sighed and accepted. He seemed gentlemanly enough. And he was quite handsome. He was tall, with short cropped dark hair, and wide shoulders. His eyes were so gray they looked like silver. For a moment she almost stumbled looking into them. "Thank you." she murmured, steeping back into the road. She frowned, looking around. This was not the land she was from! She had never seen this place in her life! She began to fret.

The man, who was still holding her hand in his, furrowed his brows. "Milday?" he asked softly, concerned. "You seem troubled."

She just stands there, shocked. "Where am I?" she managed to out in a whisper.

The handsome man frowns slightly, his concern for the girl growing. "You are in the Kingdom of Jorin, Milady."

"Where?" she says, this time it is a startled moan.

The man opens his mouth to speak again, but before he can get a word out, she faints into his arms.

He stands there, holding her for a moment, unsure what to do.