Adela existed in a state of uncertainty, caught between wakefulness and slumber. Occasionally, her body seemed to stir, accompanied by comforting sensations. In this dark and heavy embrace, she surrendered to tranquility, allowing her mind to think clearly while her physical form rested.
Her thoughts drifted to the uncertainties that awaited her on the morrow. What world would she awaken to? Was her son still in Kolhis, or had he embarked on his return journey to Emoria? And what of Andreas? What would befall him? Not to mention Larissa's impending wedding.
'Stop worrying so much,' her husband's voice resounded in her mind, yet it remained unclear whether it was reality or a dream.
Could he perceive her concerns through their bond? She hadn't intended to transmit her worries to him, and she resolved to be more mindful of her emotions in the future.
'Stop overthinking everything.'
