Again. He had that same dream. And somehow, it felt even more real than last time. He didn't even think that had been possible.

It was the same dream over and over again that he had been having for years, along with other ones he had long since accepted as the future.

The power of the Gilliard family had come back.

And Julius was going to die.

It had honestly been so long since he had started having these dreams that he had almost gotten used to that idea.

Almost.

Sometimes he still woke up in a cold sweat, half expecting to still have that dagger in his stomach and his own blood on his lips like he did in those dreams.

Sitting up in his bed, Julius swept his hair back, taking deep breaths before getting up.

He knew he wasn't gonna fall back asleep, might as well take a walk in the gardens. And so he walked out of his room and out towards the open gardens, half hoping to see a familiar gentle face that had put his mind to rest nearly his whole life at the mere sight.