You had a dream. You walk down a dark, deaf corridor in the dungeon, your dress stained with someone else's blood. You're looking for someone, but you don't know who. The dungeon was covered in blood, and your brothers and sisters were lying among the corpses, all except Rein

Suddenly you heard strong footsteps and an unfamiliar male voice speaking in an enemy language. Two men stopped in the middle of one of the cages, a tight rope in their hands.

Suddenly you were distracted by a fleeting warm kiss on the cheek. Looking back, you noticed the youngest of the brothers, Rein, he smiled bitterly and went to the executioners. When they put a rope around the boy's thin neck, you woke up with a wild scream.

You shuddered in horror as you felt little hands on your face and then saw little Rein's calming gaze. He silently allowed you to unbutton his nightshirt to check for any marks on his neck, but there was nothing there.

The boy sat with his eyes closed and a slightly tense expression on his face, he looked slightly older, gradually emerging from his childhood with each passing year.