She woke with water dripping on her face. She’d had a strange incomprehensible dream about the crown prince and her. And she had a deep urge to talk to her parents. Her instincts were screaming something and for the first time in her life, she wanted to give up on the task and return to the safety of her nation and the warmth of her beloved once. Yodhya missed her mother, Maithili.
Looking past the window, she stared at the rising sun and gulped feeling drained out and thirsty. She looked at the digital clock beside her bedpost. Thirty past four, it read. It was an hour before her regular rising time, yet Yodhya didn’t feel drowsy. She was wide awake. Sliding out of the quilt, she stepped out of the bed and looked around the room to find all of her roommates sleeping.
