Aileen stared at Keiran in bewilderment. She looked at the girl, nearly dead on his lap, and then back to him. Dread, she tucked her lower lips between her teeth and gazed down on her comforter and again back to the floor.
Dead.
All of
them.
She swallowed
hard, raised her hand, and pressed it on her thudding heart. For once, she
thought, she was dreaming. So, she closed her eyes, and after a while, she
opened it and saw the same scene happening before her.
Then she
noticed one thing. They had white warrior suits on and silver swords on each of
their side.
Well...,
It was clear
as day.
The warriors of the Lunar Court.
A kind of a
morning..., isn't it?
Helpless, she
snorted in her mind.
She raised her
face, smiled politely. "Good morning, Prince Keiran."
Keiran
