*Sasha*

After a hot dinner, Prince Rhys and I enjoyed the late birdsong and cicada chirps on the front porch, watching fireflies light up as if the forest around them were also magic.

“I’ve heard murmurings in the dreamscape that they will make their move tonight, possibly the next. I will take up a private room in the White Cedar Inn to prevent anyone else from harm,” I explained to Rhys, whose dark eyebrows knitted together in concern.

“And are you ...