Valentina was having the best dream of her life.
The first time the woven grass was introduced to her as bed, she thought they couldn't be serious.
But day two of sleeping on it had her feeling like she was floating in her dream.
This dream took her to a remote place just like the river peoples tribe.
She was being heckled to marry the prince. On her insistence that she couldn't, the prince, feeling insulted, stormed out of his cave to confront her.
"Luciano?" Her eyes widened.
He was the prince here.
She began to look around, and the faces she thought were strangers before, took different forms.
At the corner was Vittorio, holding the Prince's sword. A little further was Salvatore, the court jester.
As if the dream wasn't absurdly alluring enough, she looked down, and she was pregnant. Heavily pregnant.
"You're carrying my baby. You must marry me!" He insisted.
She smiled out of nowhere. "Fine, let's get married."
"Are you serious? You're not pulling my legs, are you?"
