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Kiria
Gulping for air, Kiria opened her eyes. Darkness. Where was she?
Her fingers spread open into deep, soft blankets. A pillow scented with lilies and musk cradled her head, now covered in her sweaty hair. She’s slept in Brithnem, in the palace, in her own bed. But she still had nightmares. The disembodied sense of panic came from Torithians, from weapons rushing through thin air, from strangers in a pub, from Firian.
What time is it? She rolled over and tried to gauge any light coming in from the window. Oddly, it looked far away. Her room was enormous. She had woken up before the sun, even before Candrae and Vayci.
They had been so happy to see her yesterday. Against protocol, they had both hugged her, laying a dark, bare head and a dainty blonde one against hers. Shocked by h
