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The lights coming from the window in King William's room woke him up and he squinted his eyes to be able to adjust to the lights. When he was sure that he had adjusted completely, he opened his eyes and his eyes traveled to the wall clock. He saw that it was some minutes past nine in the morning. He creased his brows when he saw that he was in his room. He didn't remember coming here last night. The only thing he remembers is that he was at Alissa's graveyard before it started raining. How did he come up here? He was about to move his leg, but he felt a weight on it. His face contorted into a frown. He checked his leg to see who or what it was, and he saw that it was his mother. She was resting her head on his legs. What was she doing in his room again? Did he have another nightmare?