Chapter 127: Which Lorelai Do You Want To Be?
Lorelai had a very strange dream. A powerful sense of déjà vu gripped her heart, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had experienced this dream before.
Sadness, misery, nostalgia—and above all, the agonizing sensation of losing something more precious than life itself. She wondered if that was the kind of feeling she would have if her body were burning in hellfire.
If there had been a knife within reach, she would have driven it straight into her heart. The emotional pain was so unbearable that all she could do was cry and beg for death. She couldn’t stand it any longer.
Someone held her close, their voice constantly whispering her name in the sweetest, most soothing tone. That familiar male voice echoed in her mind, repeating kind words, trying to offer her comfort. Though she could not fully understand the language it spoke, the sound alone made her feel better, as though the very act of listening to it was healing her.
She clung to those words through the endless pain, and when the torment finally subsided, she drifted back into the darkness.
Time seemed to stretch on, though she couldn’t say for how long. She wandered through the darkness, lost for what felt like days, before finally regaining her senses. Lorelai woke with a slight headache, frowning as her blurry vision slowly cleared.
Dazed, she looked around, her surroundings unfamiliar. This was not the royal palace.
It seemed that she was underground, or perhaps inside a cave. The floor was covered with dark, patterned rugs, and the bed she was lying on was draped in a beautifully intricate cloth that reminded her of Rhaegar’s robes. She pushed aside the fabric used as a blanket and attempted to sit up.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the best decision.
"Ugh!" Lorelai groaned, wrapping her arms around her head. Pain surged through every part of her body, but it was her head that ached the most.
She managed to sit up in bed and glanced around once more. Still disoriented and unfocused, no matter how hard she tried to sharpen her vision, all she could make out were the dim light of a torch fixed to a stone wall and the distant, ominous howl of the wind.