Once inside the room, Amelia replayed the events in her head and realised that she had felt her mark glow when she thought King Cyrus's sword would strike her.
She lifted her hand to observe the mark.
What did it signify? Why did it appear on her hand? What was its use? There were many questions, but no one to answer them.
With a sigh, she lay under the covers before closing her eyes to sleep.
In her dream, she imagined a life with King Cyrus, a happy life where he would love her to the moon and back, and she would repay him with more loyalty and love from her side.
As she was about to kiss King Cyrus in her dreams, she felt someone was watching her. It was a creepy yet warm gaze.
Amelia turned to see who it was, but all she could see was a silhouette of a person standing with a scythe.
"Cyrus, can you see him?" She asked, a little perplexed, when the hooded man smiled.
