"Islinda!" Prince Valerie's voice pierced through the nightmare, desperate and urgent as he shook her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her from the depths of her torment. But instead of breaking free from the nightmare's grip, Islinda's anguish-filled screams only intensified, echoing off the walls of the chamber.
The sheer intensity of her cries sent chills down Valerie's spine, and if someone were within hearing distance, they would mistake him was murdering her or something. It was obvious Islinda was trapped within the depths of her own terror, and Valerie's heart was heavy with concern for the woman he cared for deeply.
"Islinda!" Valerie's voice rang out with increasing desperation, his calls for her becoming more urgent with each passing moment. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to comprehend the extent of Islinda's suffering. In all their time together, he had never known her to experience such a terrible nightmare.
