Elena POV One step after another, I made my way to Draven’s room in the middle of the night, several curious glances following me. I could tell they were wondering why I was up, walking around the palace at such a late hour instead of sleeping. But I had no way to explain it to them. They’d probably called me crazy if I’d tried. Minutes before, I’d woken up in sweats, half terrified at the dream I’d had, and half grateful that it had only been a dream. I’d seen her again, Hilda. But it was different from the last time at the mural, this time it had felt like I was directly inside her body rather than in front of her, feeling everything she felt. Her sorrow, her rage, her despair, I’d felt them as deeply as if they were mine. I rubbed my wrists lightly as I walked, I could still feel the weight of the chains that had been on them. The screams from the other prisoners who’d been locked up like her, each one begging for their lives as they’d been dragged out from the dungeons.
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