Alterain was lying on the bed, his body twisted in agony. His skin was pale and clammy, drenched in sweat. His hands clutched the sheets, and his face was contorted in pain as if he were caught in some kind of terrible nightmare.
"Alterain!" Yves gasped, rushing to the knight commander's side. "What's happening?!"
But Alterain didn't respond. His breaths were shallow, his eyes squeezed shut as he writhed on the bed. Every few seconds, he let out another pained moan, his body trembling.
Yves' heart pounded in his chest as panic surged through him. He had never seen Alterain like this. What was he dreaming about? Why did he look so…scared?
Unwillingly, the fourth prince's chest tightened at the sight.
He reached out, placing a hand on Alterain's shoulder, trying to shake him awake. "Alterain, wake up! It's me! You're safe, you're just dreaming!"
