Roya is the Lady of the Land of Dreams. A walker through the fantasies of everyone in her kingdom. That's her duty, and since then she has not had a dream of her own. But, what happens when Roya starts to see visions and hear voices that are unlike...
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Rolling onto my side I look out the window as I have done for so many mornings, but this time is so different. Instead of the sun burning through the mountain cascading a blood orange glow out to the town, the sun remains down.
There is a soft glow coming from the far south end of the horizon, exactly where Oneria lies; exactly where home lies. The sky remains dark, but with the darkness also comes peace. It's quite, oh so quiet. I don't dare move until it is later in the morning. From my room I can hear the hustle of all the servant in the castle. It's strange to be in one. Out of all the rulers I have read about, only Deorcaya has a palace. Only Deorcaya has a king. The rest of the leaders like my mother and I have stayed in shelter similar to those of our people. It helped keep unity and trust. I never minded it, in fact I liked our little cottage. It is sweet and its home.
Home.
I don't think a day will pass with me not worrying about the safety of my loved ones. I'm doing this for them. They have to know that, right? I look back at the memory that I have of when the earthquake happened.
I left them when they were in a time of need. When I should have been there protecting and guarding them, I abandoned them. A tiny tear escapes, running down my cheek. I sniffle. No. I didn't abandon them, they have to see that. My thoughts become a plead... they have to see that.
A knock comes at my door. Patting my eyes and throwing my cloak over my shoulders I wait. "Come in."
The guard that showed me to my room opens the door slowly. Peeking his head in he stops when he meets my eyes. Opening the door more widely he steps over the threshold and hands me a note.
"The king made up a list of resources that you can use that might be of any help. He has given you access to the library and any other study room that you might find suite for your stay."
I hold the crisp note in between my fingers. Looking down at the handwriting I am able to recognize it. I have seen similar notes placed cautiously in my mother's journal. I guess they were actually exchanging letters and I just never knew about it.
I look back up at the guard.
"His only request is that you stay on the east side of the palace." His eyes become stern, his face set.
My stomach fills with uncertainty. The same uneasiness that I felt when I first arrived. I think it wise to not question the king's wishes, so I nod my head and give a soft smile.
The guard without another word turn to leave shutting the door behind him.
Looking back down at the note I read over what is written.
