Nica tosses and turns in her sleep, feeling something. She is unsure what she thinks as she wakes up in a cold sweat. Whispers, calling to her to examine her life.
Tiny tremors move through her body as she experiences a dull ache. Not the lingering pain of her arm but an ache she is almost ashamed of.
Gasping for air she awakens from her dreams as she sits upright in bed. Her correction had not come yet; no matter how angry Caesar was, he didn't correct her in his rage. Her torment for her failings to obey, for rescuing Sera would come in a few days. The anticipation of the whipping is more torturous than the moment itself.
As Nica takes deep breaths, she tries to calm her nerves, sure that it is her anticipation of trouble disturbing her sleep. The long deep breaths are slow and steady as she tries to calm her heart. She must find her peace, as letting her mind run away from her will not save her now.
