Days turned into weeks as the snow melted away, giving rise to the shine and brightness of the sun. The people of Valyron were relieved, it was no longer snowing, and they were free to enjoy as many outdoor activities as they pleased. On most days, the sun reached its peak, yet it brought no harsh heat. A subtle chill from the recent snow still lingered in the air.
Lilith had settled into a routine of spending most of her time in her chambers. She had finished reading the books she borrowed and even went back for two more. She saw less and less of the prince as the days passed—their only encounters were brief, usually during their morning sessions in the crypt where she practiced her magic on him.
The nightmare had weighed heavily on her for days, but eventually, she moved past it. It no longer haunted her sleep, though it remained a lingering thought tucked away at the back of her mind.
