[ti]solo[/ti]A Dream Within A Dream

Before her stood a monumentally large window of stained glass. She hadn't wanted it at first, but she had to make it match the size of all the other stained glass windows. Making it small would only draw attention to it.

The scene unfolded, with Queen Rubella standing in the middle, and King Articuno standing side by side. A crowd of people, trainers, and pokemon, all voting for them to rule. Her crown broken and shattered, floating around her head all the same.

She had always hoped more players would come and decorate the palace. Articuno was quite content with very blank walls, but that didn't sit right with her. Perhaps one day, she'd encourage a day of art to bring people in.

With a soft smile on her face, she'd finally approach the window. It was high up off the ground, but small pink clouds appeared as she stepped and vanished like she was climbing some unseen staircase. Hand outstretched, she'd reach out to touch the beautiful rainbow work of art, only to disappear from view.

A few seconds later, Ruby found herself in her royal chambers. A secret door always sounded so fun, and here she had the power to do exactly that.

Her chambers were nothing special, not compared to the King's, but she didn't need anything grand and absurdly wealthy. She didn't even need a wardrobe, able to change on the fly with her control over the Dreamworld, but it felt appropriate to decorate the room properly. To keep the spirit of a dream alive, in any sense.

A large, beautiful bed rest in the middle of the room. With so many blankets and pillows, it was like a dreamer's heaven. Speaking of such, several of her Pokemon were relaxing and sleeping atop the plush comforters, just relaxing in harmony.

Her Komala, always asleep, clung to their log near the head of the bed. All while her Munna, Drowzee, and even her Eevee seemingly made themselves at home snuggling together. It was downright adorable.

She didn't want to think where her Mr. Mime was.

However, one of her Pokemon seemed to be awake. Her Indeedee named Dear, a blessed butler, sometimes known as Earl Slamson of Breakcourt, was standing dutifully at the foot of her bed. Holding a small note atop a pillow, they held it out for her to read.

"Thank you dear," She'd smile softly, reaching out to rub their horn softly before picking up the note and reading it.

"Meet me in the Throne Room."