The night passes fast, except for the dream I have. It's the second time, already.
In this one, I can see myself sleeping in my bed in Polis. A warm breeze flows from the windows, and the night sky is full of stars.
It's the middle of summer, and the only light in the room is the candle near the door.
My face is peaceful, and I don't think I'm wearing any clothes. I see a hand caressing my hair, and I understand it's of the person whose memory I'm reliving.
When I open my eyes, in the morning, I don't precisely remember what I dreamt about, but I can feel this unyielding warmth in my chest. I stretch my arms and smile to the Duke.
