With his heart thundering against his ribs, cool moisture on his forehead, and blankets in erratic disarray on the floor around the bed, Ulrich knew the nightmares had haunted him. Again. It was always the same between him and his brother Ellon. He betrayed his brother just to prove to himself that he was mighty and could defeat the games of the gods. He sacrifices anything in his wake. It was the pain and anger of Ellon that haunted him. Taunting him.
At least he couldn't remember the terror of the gods this time, but he didn't doubt that his brother had been at the forefront.
He rubbed a hand over his face, wiping away the nightmare, and dragged his ass out of bed. Something ensnared his foot. He nearly panicked, but quickly remembered he was safe in his own bed and kicked his foot free from the scrap of the sheet that he was tangled in. He shook his head at himself and slid out of the wily sheets and sat on the edge of the bed.