67 Declaring A War

Sibyl’s POV

Nuri was busy for the next few days.

Late at night, I woke up from a nightmare.

I opened my eyes suddenly, cold sweat spreading across my forehead. The scene in the dream was so terrible that I felt a little suffocated, and could only keep short of breath.

In the dream, a tall man stood opposite me. I couldn't see his face, but I could feel the shock and anger in his eyes as he looked at me. I smelled blood. I looked down and saw that I had a dagger in the man's chest.

Why would I kill someone in my dream?

This dream makes me feel bad. I lay in bed, turning over in the dark, trying to hold Nuri.

But he wasn't there.

Where's Nuri?

I sat up and shouted, “Amy! Amy!”

I was surprised to find my voice hoarse.

I only remember that I cried out loudly in my dream, but why did I wake up with a hoarse voice?

“Your grace, I'm here.” Amy heard a noise coming in.

“Amy,” I said as I took her hand, relieved, “Where is Nuri?”

“Sir Rodriguez is in the army now.”

Did something happen in the