9Wherever she was, she didn't want to leave.
Maybe she was within yet another of those prophetic dreams Treyan alluded to earlier, but the comfort she felt from the glow surrounding her was a comfort she didn't want to let go. The warmth felt amazing as it covered her skin like a blanket, and the tension in her muscles seemed to float away. She allowed herself to let go of all cares and closed her eyes, sinking further into the comfort.
The distraction was a pleasant one. She didn't want to think about a Prophecy, or feuding brothers, or becoming Empress to a fantasy empire. How so much could happen in so little time—how long had it been, anyway? —she wanted to forget about it all, if only for that moment. Wherever she was, she knew the peace wouldn’t remain, and the harsh reality of wh
