It was one of those nights again. Prince Daeron’s muffled screams pierced through the other side of the wall from his bedchamber. Weary, you rose from bed and entered the Prince’s room to find him shirtless, face buried in a plumed pillow, fists clenched tightly to his bedsheet. As a dragon dreamer, the Prince often fell victim to night terrors, oblivious to the blood-curdling cries escaping him. His muscles strained in agony with tears carving his cheeks, his jaw clenched in a guttural groan.