She had difficulty calming herself. The whole day, she remained anxious. Is something going to happen? It can’t be this early, right?
She went to accompany the king, whose wounds are healing nicely. They chatted with one another, but their conversations would naturally swerve towards possible insurgency. They both tried to cheer each other up, but it’s clear they both feel a certain level of dread.
That night, she went to bed alone and had an exceptionally terrible nightmare.
She saw Sam somewhere in the castle grounds, with his men, fighting another group. There was someone there and she could see the hatred in Samuel’s expression. It was chaotic and most of the time, it didn’t focus on her husband. Such a thing frustrated her. When she saw him next, she saw him clutching his side a
