He did.
"Take them," I ordered my guards, knowing that justice would be served.
My God!
The echoes of my nightmare clung to me like a heavy fog, refusing to dissipate even in the waking world. The room felt suffocating, and beads of sweat clung to my skin, evidence of the turmoil within.
I slowly opened my eyes, the remnants of the nightmare still haunting my thoughts. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting an ethereal glow that did little to dispel the lingering darkness.
I sat up, the sheets clinging to my damp form. The nightmares were a cruel reminder of the pain I had endured, the scars that ran deeper than the physical wounds. I yearned for solace, a respite from the haunting memories that danced on the edges of my consciousness.
I stood amidst shadows that whispere
