The Sovereign sits on a raised seat standing on a dais carpeted in white, with a large cushion behind her and two others as arm-rests.” A hundred guards flanked her. Facing her were her highest officials and nobles, each in an elegant silk robe. On each side was a row of judges and teachers, and farther back in the hall were lower-ranking nobles and military leaders—all of them also dressed in luxurious silk robes.
The dream came back to her. Jadyn, fell back onto the straw-filled mattress with a groan of horror and forced herself to remember her lurid night-time fantasy. Her treacherous imagination had brought her to her bed, virtually naked. She had dreamt she had held her in her arms, caressed her face and neck, and she had felt the heat of her naked body, the sensation of silk over iron. She had fantasised, feel her mouth on hers - on every part of her …
‘No!’ Jadyn rolled over on to her side, dragging the covers over her head as though her shameful thoughts could be blanked out. It did not work. How could she be so wanton as to dream like that?
But who can deceive one in love?
She could not imagine killing someone’s soul, their sense of themselves. It seemed Jadyn knew that about her, just as she knew, deep down, she would never force her, never harm her.
Something passed between them, some flash of understanding.