It was warm, so warm and comfortable that I didn’t want to move.
And it smelled so good too.
The only downside is, it felt like a wall was pressed up on me, but that wall was breathing and it was heavy.
Not minding it one bit, I breathed in deep, cuddling close and enjoying the last few moments of sleep. Anytime now, I’ll be woken up by my father’s tutors for another set of long classes and training.
My hands traced along the wall, touching the hard ridges, feeling the warmth that it emitted and the lines that were like veins carved along its length, but then those same lines started to pulse, a heart beat, slow and steady.
But that can’t be.
Walls do not have a pulse or a heart. Nor did they breathe.
Confused, my eyes opened to the morning sun shining down on me, the trees and t
