Initially, it was a night devoid of dreams.
Adela fell asleep before she reached her bed yet still felt that her father hadn't left immediately. She knew what would follow once he departed, or rather, who would come. They took turns visiting her, beginning with the Baroness, whom Adela hadn't yet had the chance to greet, followed by the Queen and Larissa. But the one person who never left after entering her room was her son.
Noctavian...
As she tried to conjure his image in her mind, her worries for him deepened, and with those worries came a dream. It commenced as a recollection of the vivid memories she had of his childhood, but as it progressed, she began to witness an older version of him, passing like the waters of a river—too swift to grasp, unstoppable.