The book of leaves

Ariadne opened her eyes slowly. To say that she had good rest would be a lie, all the while she kept seeing the faces of her loved one's in the bloodied field.

She had a nightmare of what the dreamer showed her. She was not happy with the future that was headed their way, as much as she wanted ro brush it off as nothing, shd had her family to think about.

She wouldn't let any harm come to them if there was something to be done to avoid that miserable future. She sat up on the mat on the floor, anger burnt her skin seeing as she slept on the floor.

She was the princess and sleeping on the mat was not acceptable for someone of her status. She furiously stood up from the floor and moved on to find her servants.

She was prepared to give them the scolding of a century. They wouldn't ever dare to lay her on the floor again for any reason what so ever.