VIDA’S POV
The Phoenix Queen Enya seemed like a relatively nice and normal person, though she spoke more elegantly. Much like Kenny, she didn’t try to push herself on me and instead seemed content to just ask questions as we ate dinner.
After dinner, I felt totally exhausted from all that had happened, and I excused myself, retreating to the safety of the main bedroom that I have claimed for myself. Before leaving, I promised the Phoenix Queen, I would take time to speak with her the next day if she was available.
I found some clothes that looked suitable for sleeping, changed and hopped into the large bed. I was exhausted, but I was also wide awake. Perhaps my nap had mucked up my sleep.
The reality, however, was that I just could not stop my mind from overthinking everything. Back h
