A day in the forest of passion.
After several hours away, Alaron and the princess entered the great forest at all called "Forest of passion", perhaps because in the branches of trees hanging red apples succulent symbol of sentiment, or perhaps because their sites are unleashing strange and deep desires.
Anyway, the two men rode for hours, between bursts of silence alternating with brief discussions.
At lunchtime, when the stomach was starting to complain, the beautiful horses tied to a sturdy tree branch and sat in the soft grass of the insatiable Deborah the bright, juicy fruit of the place.
"I'm tired," said Alaron yawning and leaning back on the floor is better for us to sleep a bit before continuing.
"I think so. Besides ... it is so well said M. ...- Go here smiling and lying down beside her.
After a few minutes they both slept in a deep sleep, but none of them knew it was a dream shared ... A dream of two minds linked ...
"Alaron dreamed soft skin of the princess, with her lips and red hair soft and fragrant. I dreamed that there, under that apple robust stretched out his hand and stroked it.
Just at that moment, qprimera time in his life ... felt able to open his heart and show everything for her. In fact, he longed to do so. I wanted to succumb to temptation and passion of such beautiful scenery.
But then, suddenly ... I saw something in the eyes of her friend. I could not believe, but his eyes, his features ... reflected the image of the mysterious knight, a man without a face that seemed to fill all the wishes of the lady.
And certainly was, for their part put the princess to appear in this magical dream of black clothing that gentleman, that cruelly dethroned prince. Angelus, a name that caused something inside I had never felt. "
So this dream revealed that harbored both hearts, and when the two friends woke up startled, friendship was no longer so elusive eyes were turned and the rest of the way became an uncomfortable silence that will cracking the soul.



