Chapter 20

Lyanna

I could hear movement around me, voices whispering. I was on something soft and warm, wrapped into it. I crack my eyes open and face the light. I'm in a vast golden bed, when I seat up I find everything else in the room is golden and white. My arms are weak, my body refused to stay up. I roll onto my side, the world echoes around me. I groan, bringing my hands to my ears trying to block it. Wake; the sound is coming from within me. What was wrong me with?

"Gods, you're awake," a man voice says. A glance at the side of my bed, a man sits beside me, with a washcloth looking startled. His dark red eyes widen; a warlock.

"Who are you?" I rasp, throat dry. "Where am I?"

"Richard, the healer. You're in the castle. You have been asleep for five days." My eyes widened, it felt like we were still at the port a couple of minutes ago. I glance around the room staring at two full-length windows, greenery outside was so beautiful, there was nothing but trees and a field of grass.