Lina woke up in another nightmare. This time, it was a familiar setting of her first life, where golden pillars held up golden rooftops curved upwards to the heavens, red walls separated the palaces, and guards were stationed at every entrance. In the far distance, she saw the banner of Ritan waving proudly in the wind.
Lina was back to where it all started.
The sky was painted black, with the clouds ominously covering a pale moon. Crickets chirped afar, fireflies glowed against the grass of the gardens, and the wind blew past Lina.
"Princess, Princess, wait!" A familiar voice cried out, grabbing the wrist of the Princess.
Lina turned at the commotion and was startled to see Sebastian holding the Princess's wrist. The Princess in question was Lina herself. She could faintly remember this scene in her memories.
"Unhand me," the Princess growled, yanking her hand back and sending an accusing glare towards Sebastian.
