Eiravyne lay in bed for a long time, replaying the dream in her mind, the intensity of Ilkar's kiss, the warmth of his touch, and the confusing blend of desire and fear.
She decided to skip breakfast, not wanting to face anyone in her current state.
She needed time to process her feelings and to understand what the dream had meant.
The thought of running into Ilkar, or even anyone else, was too overwhelming.
It was only when Martha entered the room that Eiravyne finally summoned the courage to leave Ilkar's room.
Martha's smile was gentle, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glint that made Eiravyne feel simultaneously exposed and understood.
"Good afternoon, my lady," Martha said warmly, placing the dress on the bed. "You look a little pale. Are you feeling alright?"
Eiravyne forced a weak smile, nodding. "Yes, Martha. Just...I didn't sleep well last night."
