The first night in Celyra was a more formal occasion with meals with leading nobles and official business that she had a hard time understanding, though she was eager to. Prince Elias was by her side most of the time and if he wasn’t Thorin was.
Everything went smoothly, she thought, until she went to bed that night and dreamt horrid nightmares. The dreams she had were of fire, fur, and blood clashing in a terrible war scene. It made no sense to her at all and yet, something about the dream reminded her of the previous dreams she had growing up about her father reminding her to wait for him.
She woke several times in the night covered in a fine sheen of sweat, making her feel grimy.
The next morning, Ayla woke with the sun bright in her eyes from the open curtains. She was slow to start
