Alfred awoke, only to find himself in the dead dream world he found himself in before. It was a strange thing that had only happened once. Despite that, it felt so real. He could reach out and touch his furniture. He could feel the softness of his clothes. Everything about it was strange, yet he knew that he only came here last time because he was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He could only wonder why he was back again.
Pushing himself up, he walked the empty corridors of his palace, the eerie silence filling the air. It was tense, yet the sound of a crying child cut through that. His feet moved before he even acknowledged it. He recognized it in an instant, and even though it was a dream, he would rush to Edward's side no matter what. He pushed the large doors that led to the throne room, and inside, a single cot sat in the middle. He saw his son.
