GENRE: YA Fantasy/Romance
The dream was always the same. He wandered through endless hallways that came alight as if by magic, and everywhere he walked, wonders and marvels met his eyes. They meant nothing to him. He sought one thing, and he would search forever if he had to. After hours had passed, perhaps days or years, he turned a corner, certain he must be close by now, only to face what he dreaded more than anything -
Then he woke, the dream fading so fast he remembered only a glimmer of ineffable longing.
Everything changed after the knock on the door.
Alain answered the knock absently, his mind still occupied with the book he had spent half the morning reading. One look at his father's clerk, and everything else flew out of his mind.
Before today, Alain could not recall seeing a strand of de Montmercy's hair out of place or a single stray thread on his clothing. Only Henri, Alain's older brother, was more meticulous. Now the clerk stood in complete disarray, hair wisping around his head like a cloud, coat hanging askew, breeches marred by wrinkles. He didn't even wait for Alain to greet him, hurrying inside with a breathless, "Where is your father?"
"Oh. Um. He's at the riverport, with Henri." Alain backed away to avoid de Montmercy's frantic pacing and shut the door. "What in the world is the matter?"
"No, no, can't speak of it." A headshake sent the wisps flying. "Must speak to your father first."