Jiyan awoke with a start, yet another night plagued by the same haunting nightmare. It baffled him why this recurring dream haunted him almost every night.

Glancing at you to ensure you were still lost in slumber, he breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that he hadn't disturbed your rest. Though he longed for comfort, he hesitated to wake you, finding his desire for solace somewhat embarrassing. Afterall he was a war general, not a scared child. Resettling against the pillow, he turned to appreciate the peace in your sleeping figure.

His hand reached out, intertwining his fingers with yours subtly, seeking any connection that brought him closer to you.