Princess Loaisa abruptly jolted awake from the nightmare. Her small frame was visibly trembling on the bed. Cold sweats set on her forehead despite the freezing temperature. If anything, the freezing room made her condition feel worse. Her stomach twisted into a knot. There was a strong urge to vomit but her body was heavy the moment her eyes opened to the dim lit room. Her eyes were unfocused. She blinked to the familiar ceiling of their room until her vision concentrated. Rydan’s familiar smell was there. It was on her nostrils. It was all over there. Yet barely there.
Because when her hand blindly searched for his side of the bed, Princess Loaisa felt the cold from the mattress, climbing to her arm and urging its way to the pit of her twisted stomach. Her head spun around to see a vac
