Orlin PoV
I closed my arms to snuggle Artemia, but my dear wife was missing. I sighed, my mind still heavy from the dream. The memory of my mother singing that lullaby, her voice a fragile melody in the darkness of my childhood, was a bittersweet ache. Everytime I would peek at Mia singing it to the twins, I would remember my mom singing it to my sister and I before bed. I wished I could have more of those memories. But I had to be strong. For my family. For my kingdom.
I got out of bed and stretched. The door then opened and in came Artemia with a cup of tea and some biscuits.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a soft murmur. "I thought you might need this."
I smiled, my heart swelling with love for her. "You're the best," I said, taking the cup from her. "Did you sleep well?"
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes averting direct contact. "I... had a strange dream," she said, her voice a little shaky.
My brow furrowed with concern. "What kind of dream?"
