As the night fell, Aaran changed into his most comfortable pajamas. If he was invading someone's dream, he might as well look stylish while doing it. Once done, he took the seat beside Princess Eleanor, her hand in his, and then… fell asleep.
Donovan and the Emperor sat opposite to them, watching every reaction carefully. Aaran had asked them to wake him up forcefully if need be. For now, he had ten hours to save the princess.
Do your best, Aaran Von Aurelia. Your life depends on it.
The Emperor didn't utter a word but kept repeating those words in his head like a mantra.
***
When Aaran opened his eyes, he wasn't sitting on the chair anymore but was lying on the bed. It was the same room but it felt different.
Unlike before, there wasn't a shred of darkness around him. Sunlight streamed through the window, making the once-cold room feel warm and comfortable.
"Should I thank the gods?" Aaran mumbled.
