You woke up in a cold sweat, shivering from another nightmare. Your eyes shot around the room quickly, your heart racing. You didn’t realize you were having another PTSD episode from when the suitors were still here..

Your eyes immediately fell on the sword beside your bed, and you got up quickly, rushing to grab it. No, no! Your mother needed to be protected from the suitors..

You were too tired and scared to realize that there were no suitors, anymore.

You ran out of your room, the halls dark due to it being past midnight. You panted heavily, gripping the hilt of your sword tightly as you ran down the palace.

Suddenly, your eyes fell on a man entering your mother’s chambers. No, NO!

You bolted towards him, going to attack him. Before you could even land a blow on the man, he grabbed you and immediately disarmed you. You gasped, your sword clanging and falling to the ground, your back hitting the floor harshly.

You looked up, your vision clearing. Suddenly, you were trapped in a hug. Your first instinct was to push the man off, until you heard a familiar voice.

“It’s okay.” Your father called, and you immediately relaxed in his arms. This wasn’t the first time you’ve had an episode like this.