Third-person narrative.
The strange dream hadn't come since Tyron told Nala the full story of what happened to the late queen. At first, Nala assumed it would never come again.
Until now.
She found herself standing in the dark hallway again with no one else around.
The woman who guided her forward other times wasn't there as always. It seemed she had to walk on her own this time.
With a hand on her swollen belly, Nala walked forward in the darkness, her heart slamming against her chest. Her eyes darted all around her as though she expected an attack anytime now.
Haven't known her destination fully well, it wasn't difficult to find the double oak doors herself.
It was wide open before her. Standing at the doorway, she leaned inside and looked around. There was no reflection of a preg
