Camilla’s POV
It felt too real. Too real to be a dream.
I was standing in the huge hall where the party celebrating the peace treaty was held. The ceilings were designed with banners of peace and velvet. Candles floated in the air like stars. Everyone was happy and laughter filled the air.
But in all this, something felt off.
I stood near the edge of the room, my dress heavy, my breath tight. I couldn’t move.
Malakai stood at the center, lifting a silver goblet. He looked radiant, like himself again. Alive. Whole. Just as he turned to speak, a hand reached toward his goblet. A woman’s hand. Slender and pale. Although I couldn’t see her face.
She whispered something and touched his glass. A faint shimmer of smoke bloomed over the rim of the cup and he drank.
Seconds later, his body
