Rider did not sleep as soundly as usual. So attuned was he to her feelings and stressors, that when the nightmare distressed her so, his own dreams were plagued. He rolled over in his sleep, images flashing through his mind.
He saw Olympias, her eyes full of disappointment.
He saw Roxana, her face full of judgment and pain.
He saw Hephaistion, and how the light left his eyes and the soul escaped his body.
Worst of all, he saw Saft, her face spattered in blood - blood that covered his hands. As though he were responsible for her suffering and pain. He shook, in the dream, shocked and appalled by the sight before him. What had he done? How could he have done this?
When she woke, he woke. But he didn't sit upright, not right away. He struggled to open his eyelids, fearful of what he might see.
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He saw Olympias, her eyes full of disappointment.
He saw Roxana, her face full of judgment and pain.
He saw Hephaistion, and how the light left his eyes and the soul escaped his body.
Worst of all, he saw Saft, her face spattered in blood - blood that covered his hands. As though he were responsible for her suffering and pain. He shook, in the dream, shocked and appalled by the sight before him. What had he done? How could he have done this?
When she woke, he woke. But he didn't sit upright, not right away. He struggled to open his eyelids, fearful of what he might see.