The ground was spinning beneath my feet, causing my body to rock back and forth, causing my body to sway. I couldn’t help but wonder what had come over me, why I had decided to get out of the bed when I had heard the voices in the doorway. I couldn’t even remember waking up, let alone what made me decide to come here.
It hadn’t been the fact that the voices had been unfamiliar—it hadn’t been that at all. I had always taken pride in the fact that my memory was of the highest standards. I recognised that it was Marcel’s voice in an instant—I had just dreamt about it, for goodness sake—but I had to admit that it had taken me a moment to place the second voice as Alaric’s voice.
I had only heard it that time when the Queen invited him over for dinner—why did it feel like that had happened
