There was a bird chirping, and it wouldn't stop.
Neera rolled onto her back and could feel herself sinking into the softness beneath her. She sighed, this was a beautiful dream. She could smell lavender and lilac, and instead of the squeaking noises of her furry neighbours, it was a bird that was keeping her company.
A beautiful, beautiful dream.
Neera turned again and still felt that foreign softness. Slowly, she opened her eyes and was greeted with the very familiar insides of the King's chambers. She rubbed at her eyes; it looked real. Neera sat up with a start, and a pain shot up to her head.
"Easy", the all too familiar voice said. Neera looked up, and there, in the flesh, sitting on a chair next to her bed, was the King himself.
"Zavian." She called.
Zavian moved to sit on the bed, and Neera could not help the magnetic pull towards him and threw her arms around him. Fresh tears flowed freely unto his shoulders.
