My princess, My Queen, My Goddess
I found myself rewinding through a dream, in this vision we stepped back a few years in time to a place and time I cannot accurately place. If I was to distinguish by aesthetics, I would say the renaissance still had a firm grip or influence in this period of history. I can’t remember if it was German or English that was spoken, and although I cannot recount which it truly was, the architecture and people walking and partaking in experiences with me seem to reflect those cultures somehow.
Perhaps it could be a number of other places, but my knowledge of culture is too premature to be able to correctly analyse such details.
My estate and decoration pointed to the possibility of me being a young noble, and I felt somewhat juvenile and ambitious if such feelings had expressions. I was often treated as a youthful gentleman by those who seemed no more than thirty, not to mention that I lacked a wife it seemed. This was od