Again. The dream of the five swords and the empty hall. What is that?
The dream came so often, which left Iris doubtful that it was just a coincidence, but if it was not, what was the meaning behind it?
She felt like she was missing something, yet she couldn't remember what, nor could she pinpoint what it was. Was it a person? A thing? She didn't have the slightest idea about this strange feeling.
But then, as soon as she touched one of those swords, she would wake up, even though she knew that she was dreaming every time she ended up in that room.
Iris opened her eyes sluggishly and then looked around her, she was aware that she had fallen sick because of the heat and also how Readmond had called a healer for her. Her consciousness drifted in and out, but she didn't remember that she was moved to a carriage.
