Over in a little cottage where Oren stayed, night had fallen over the environs. The room was quiet except for the crackling of the fire.
Inside, Oren sat across from Lord Rees, who had been telling him how the Lords meeting went.
But, Oren listened with a divided attention as he had dreamt about Nyssa the night before.
It had shocked him a lot, because that was the first time he had dreamt of her since the escape.
In the dream, she was calling him to come meet her. But, as he was about to reach her, he woke up.
He didn't know if that was a sign…that she was alive?
He just wished there was a way he could know.
"We received another message this morning." Rees then said and Oren's eyes shifted to him.
"From the palace?"
Rees nodded. A faint smile appeared on his face, "From our little birdie."
Oren's expression darkened with curiosity.
