It was the early hours of morning when Danika suddenly screamed. King Lucien was in the library when he heard the piercing scream. It came again. Followed by the rustle of bed sheets.
He walked in steady strides out of the inner room to see Danika screaming and thrashing on the bed. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, and sweat poured from her body, her breathing erratic.
“No! Noooo, Baski please! I must save Sally! No, please! I can’t leave her to t-them!” she cried out.
King Lucien watched with a furrow of his brows. She was having a nightmare. Her mind was trapped in the events of her last introduction day in the courtroom.
“No… you d-don’t understand, they will kill her! They hate me so much; t-they will kill Sally because they… think… she is… me…!” she sobbed in her sleep.
As she
