Third Person Narrative.
Slowly peeling her eyes open, Nala sucked in deep breaths, sweat wetting her entire face.
It was the same dream. She'd seen the mirror and the pregnant woman once again. And just like the last time, there was also the consistent warning, telling her to leave the Palace before it was too late.
She turned to look at Tyron who was fast asleep beside her, a peaceful look on his face. Looking straight ahead once again, Nala raised a hand to wipe the sweat on her face. The air conditioning sent cooling chills around the room, but there was little it did to calm the heat she felt inside.
What could such a dream mean? And why was it in her head every single night since that day?
Adjusting better beneath the covers, she snuggled against her pillow and closed her eyes on
