Rorick
She was dreaming again, but this time I could feel I was too. It was strange. That sensation that you know it's a dream but somehow you don’t at the same time. Things seemed normal, but off. Perfectly fine, but strange.
I was back at the castle, this time in the room with Ryl and her sisters and mother instead of outside the door. Her mother was perched on the edge of the bed, her golden hair was long, reaching past her waist as it lay in loose curls similar to Ryl’s on the bedding that was royal red and laced with golden inlay of flowers and twisting vines. Lying in the bed was a younger version of the golden-haired beauty sitting on the edge. I recognized her as the sister who was arguing with her mother back in the castle.
Instead of the venom that was dripping from their mout
