Most nights for princess Rain Attor were horrific. And for the next nights to come, she relived the same fear.
The thought of those nightmares scared her terribly that she dreaded the thoughts of sleeping.
It had been long she had them, but as she wasn't sure when they would suddenly return like it always did, she had a foreboding every night.
Rain tried to distract her thoughts. She pondered on her fate in the great city of Eragon instead. The prince. This castle. Her strange gifts.
Somehow, she had to find a way to protect herself.
The prince seemed already displeased with her and was probably contemplating how to bridle her.
Besides her, it puzzled her that the prince left such a familiar impression yet she was certain she had never met him.
She barely left the palace grounds of Cradya. But her spirit had never perceived wrong either.
As the night got darker, the lady under the bed covers drifted to sleep. Her tensed face had relaxed and her breathing had evened.
