Lucrezia found herself standing alone in a vast, familiar chamber. She recognized the stone walls, pale green, delicately sketched in patterns of gold, washed in amber light. The gigantic bed was big enough to fit four people, twice her size. The curtains hung from the towering headboard and drifted in the warm air. She recognized everything belonging to her in Dreadwyn.
However, she did not question how she had arrived there. Dreams rarely offered explanations, only sensations, and what she felt here didn't feel like fantasy. It felt real, especially with the sentiment that came along.
She felt… calm. Whole. A rare happiness settled in her chest, light enough that it startled her.
Something about the atmosphere shifted, and she felt herself inhale sharply when someone appeared out of nowhere behind her. The familiar cologne of old wood spice, and cinnamon filled the air, suffocating her lungs the more she breathed his scent.
