At night that day...
She had just fallen asleep moments ago when her brows furrowed and she started mumbling incoherent things.
It wasn't hard to guess....she was having a dream, probably a bad one or maybe a nightmare.
In it she was always in the shadows as she gazed at the little prince, who loved to stroll in the gardens in his soft-golden palatial robes or just sit in a huge library reading...it was mesmerizing and she was always there, standing guard in the shadows.
The next second the beautiful scene changed into an inferno and the supposedly healthy and good-looking boy had now become emaciated and looked very unhealthy...he was lying in her embrace, unmoving.....his soul was no longer there.
He won't be opening his eyes ever again....he wasn't breathing...he was dead...
A sense of dread passed through her body, as she was drenched in cold sweat in an instant...
