BlueHalcyon's Book of Dreams

Alright, this is one of my longest dreams, although it was kinda hazy and not much happened. Pretty sad, too. I was feeling kinda down for the whole morning.

Lucid?: Nah.

Time Period: Late Medieval - Victorian.

Percieved Length: About two days.

I think I should start with some backstory. In this dream, whoever I was, I belonged to a group of mercenaries. I don't know what we were called, but we wore blue clothing so I have named this group the 'Bluecoats'. This is actually pretty irrelevent and doesn't really play a large role in the dream.
I was in love with a DC, who was the daughter of a rich nobleman.

Alright, so the dream began with me and 'my love' (don't even know her name) sitting in a garden. We were talking, and eventually she invited me to meet her father. I told her that this was not likely going to go down well, me being a 'mercenary'. She said it would be fine.

The next day, I arrived at her house/manor/castle/estate, I don't really remember. We had dinner and her father seemed alright. I remember giving her a red rose at some point.

Some time during the evening, she wandered off on her own. I went looking for her. She was standing on the balcony overlooking the main entrance. She closed her eyes, and fell, with the rose still in her hand. I don't know why. All I remember after that was her father kneeling over her corpse, staring at me in disbelief.

Final Verdict:
Goddamnit.