| Castell | Castell was having the dream again. He saw her, her eyes sparkling as she turned to face him. Her lips formed a small smile. Castell reached out to grab her, knowing what would happen. It was too late, for she looked down, a small kn!f3 in her stomach. She fell to the ground, her blue eyes closing. “No!” He sat up, sweating. Castell breathed heavily, his eyes widened in fear. “Your highness? Are you alright?” the door to his chambers opened, and his man-servant walked in. “Yes.” He said, gathering himself. “It is time to get ready, your highness. I’ll leave you to get ready.” the man-servant said, bowed, and shut the door. Castell sighed. He repeated the words his late father, the king, had told him. Stay calm, so the world feels assured. Castell breathed in and out, then looked into a mirror. “Stay calm, so the world feels assured.”
