Before Esme could fully discern the figure lurking in the shadows, spying on Donovan, the dream abruptly shifted, and in an instant, she found herself within the cold, palace walls.
"What the–"
She stood in one of the winding corridors, immediately recognizing it as part of the king's quarters. She remembered venturing into this area while she was still a guest in the palace, but Lennox told her not to go there, since the ominous death of his father happened in that very place. But from the look of things, this corner of the palace barely looks forgotten.
Did she perhaps go back in time? Why was she here?
This has to be a dream. It must be!
But who was watching Donovan? The mere thought of that shadowy figure sent a cold shiver down her spine, stirring an unfamiliar fear deep within her.
