The Sleeping Princess

And Aurora--she had no library to reveal, but her dreams, like finely crafted antiques, would have more than filled the rooms of a tall mansion. Long past midnight she whispered to him--as she had never whispered to anyone--of knights and sorcerers, boisterous but cunning dragons, obsidian roads like frozen black rivers. Slowly George came to understand that her desire was not just to think or read such things, but that she honestly desired to experience a fairy tale.

from Fool on the Hill by Matt Ruff