"But those beryl moons in her eyes; they are traitors, for they could lie; transparent reflections and portals to the warring soul."
~
Princess' Residential Chambers,
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
The vision Imogen had dreamt beneath the slumbering eye had left a great impact of tension on her waking heart, for the kin of such delusions under the cloaks of delirium had oft seen truth and reality in the happenings of events.
As the damsel tried to relieve her mind of the horrors, there was the sound of an urgent knock at the door.
The pressure of her heart's hammering began at rise as she disconcertedly looked around. The rap repeated yet again, before the door of the wardrobe was thrown open and Jaycob Oreius stepped into the room, dishevelled.
He was heaving irregularly and seemed overcome by fatigue and worry.
