Leondre's POV
I kissed her over again, worshipping her like the divinity she is, my goddess. I'm glad that she came here and we talked. I hold her close to me and kiss her. As soon as I close my eyes to sleep, I have the worst dream.
I'm in the middle of a battlefield, the ground is full of dead bodies of people I knew, my people. Rogues and slayers are attacking left and right, and a man whose face is burnt and wearing a black ensemble is standing tall on a cliff as he watches the chaos,
"Amacus,"
He is holding my mate and sister on either side. I run towards them while he laughs coldly, enjoying my despair as I scream, and just like that, he slits my sister's throat. Arya's teary gaze tormented me for a long time that I lost sight of my mate for a second
'Mate,' saga gro
