It felt like a privilege tucking Rebecca in her bed.
It was a long way, teaching her how to feed the Royal swans, sitting in front of the Great Lake, her leaning on his shoulder and dosing off. She was apparently sleep deprived or probably too exhausted.
She told Blaze something about her mother.
" You know, this vision... I just can't shake it off. It was too real. You were talking about the wounds on my wrist the other day, remember? " Rebecca asked Blaze. He nodded in agreement.
" It was her. That smell... that scent.. it was just like those unexplained wounds all over me, during our voyage. "
Blaze watched as she opened up to him. Mesmerised, he listened. It was another level of ecstasy knowing that it was him that she was sharing all that with, not the masked crusader. He mus
