"A boy?" The girl Misa identified as Nisha paced in front of the bed. She was older than she was in Misa's previous dreams. Older in the sense that her body had developed, and the first signs of her beauty bloomed. "Has the old oak tipped you over? This is madness!"
"He is good to me," Misa found herself speaking. "Why can you not accept that? I have gifted him with the truth, and he still wishes to be with me."
Nisha stopped dead in her tracks. She whirled around, her thick, hideous dress swirling against the ground. "How could you be so gullible? How can you be so blind? Do you know what you have done?"
"He is a peasant boy, not nobility. No one will know if we run away together. He promised."
Nisha's eyes bulged. "You plan to elope! What corrupt thoughts has he b
