Deep in the midnight on their wedding night, a naked Azzy lay beside Leiza, the warmth of her body against his bringing him a sense of peace and a bit of arousal. He'd never thought he'd find this kind of comfort—this kind of love—after everything he had been through. The night was calm, and the soft rise and fall of their breathing was the only sound filling the room.
But then, just as he began to drift into sleep, the familiar, unsettling sensation took hold of him. A coldness crept down his spine as his mind plunged into darkness.
It was the nightmare again that troubled him for years but kept evolving every time. It happens.
In the dream, he was standing in a grand hall, its stone walls adorned with tapestries and banners.
His father sat on the throne, his eyes distant and cold, surveying the room with an air of authority.
