The Dream

Sophia's POV

She came to me three nights after the inquiry.

I knew it was a dream and I knew it wasn't — that specific quality of the liminal, where the mind is asleep but the soul is entirely, uncomfortably awake. The room around me was my chambers and not my chambers — the same stone walls, the same high windows, but the light was different. Sourceless and silver, the same light that had poured from my skin on the night of the full moon, filling the room with a luminescence that ...