Night of Celebration

That night, after an exhausting day of overseeing the city's winter preparations, Seraphina finally returned to the castle.

Her plan for the night was simple - to go to sleep immediately and get some rest as her body had been acting weird these days. She wasn't overworking, at least not more than she used to do in the past, but she couldn't recall feeling this exhausted.

But the moment she lay down in her bed and closed her eyes, the familiar pull of the dreamscape took hold over her.

The very next moment, she found herself standing in a very unfamiliar place. If she had to call it anything, she would definitely say that she was standing in the middle of ruins of some sort of castle.

And while the scenery around her was unfamiliar, the same couldn't be said about the magic she felt in the air that smelled faintly of rain, carrying a sense of nostalgia she couldn't quite place. She was in River's world.

The moment she thought of him, he appeared.