A calming sleep waits for me in the void. Yennara's soft even breathing flows to me two inches from my right. I stare upon her lovely features paler in slumber, a small smile frozen on her lips like she awaits me just beyond the bridge of consciousness. The soft chimes of the antique Grandfather clock near my closet is the lullaby that finally takes me under. But when I do cross into the void, it's not Yennara that waits for me on the other side. It's a memory.
Memory of a life before. A life before Queen Alessandria the First.
