“The one son.” Her voice grows louder. “Chosen to lead them all. Wasn’t a son but a maid.” I cradle her face in my hands and stare into her blue eyes as I brush my thumb over her right cheek. “It’s okay, it’s just a dream. I can get your medicine. Did you take it this morning?” “Until binds of death did that grave deed bade…” With each word, her tone tips toward hysteria.
