KAEDYR
Anger wasn’t the perfect description of what I was feeling as I threw my legs off the bed and marched out of my chamber.
There was nothing I hated more than being disrupted. It didn’t matter what I was doing. Being disrupted irked my very soul, and for that servant to even dare wake me up.
For once in my irksome life, I had wished for a dream to remain so. I was never one to dream. It rarely ever came, and I never bothered with it. Dreams were for people with pure souls whose hearts weren’t shrouded in blood-stained gold and silver.
Dreams were for people who wanted better, who deserved it. I was neither of those, and by the time I stopped dreaming, I had long forgotten the possibility of living an innocent life without blame.
Yet I had dreamt of her.
Of the one precious jewel
