127 The Training Ground

Selene’s POV

It was a long, uncomfortable sleep.

One nightmare after another, I remember the painful things in the dream again. I knew I was dreaming, and I tried to wake up, but in vain, only to let the nightmare swallow me up.

"Your grace, wake up," a woman's voice called out to me.

"Ah..." I finally broke free from the nightmare, holding the quilt, gasping for breath.

"Your grace, you had a nightmare. But it's all right now." My maid wiped the sweat from my forehead with a handkerchief.

Your grace？

"No, don't call me that," I said. A title is like a chain that binds a person to a position he or she cannot leave.

The maid looked at me and whispered, "His Highness cares about you. He sent the servants to buy you many jewels and clothes this morning. And he said you could stay in his bedroom. I can see that he likes you very much. Now that the old king is dead, the whole capital is in turmoil and danger. You're just a princess from another country. You have no family here. If princes