He’d never heard screams such as these before. So full of terror—of grief and sorrow.

Before he knew it, he was pulling on his shoes and running out his door. He knew he shouldn’t just walk into your room, but he had to, right?

Once he’s in, he beelines over to your bed, shaking you awake once he sees that you are clearly being plagued by a nightmare.

And then, he’s suddenly on his back under you, a dagger pressed against his throat as he meets your eyes.