Nightmares haunt Lyra's slumber, trapping her in a world she finds hard to escape. The effects of the sleeping pills that had been given to her had paralyzed her, as well as made her unable to fight back or wake herself up in the climax of the terrifying shadows that had assaulted her during the sleep.
Her breathing was irregular repeatedly, her body was drenched in sweat, his face was frightened and worried.
She dreamed of the execution stake, as well as the face of Duke Kleo chasing her with a sword, ready to kill her.
"Forgive me, My Lord! I will never make the same mistake again!" she screamed silently, running through her trapped brain.
Duke Kleo's figure sprinted to approach her, successfully tripping her leg and causing her to fall to the ground, locking her movement and squeezing her arm.
