{val} Suddenly awake, the prince jolted upright. Clutching the sheet around his waist and legs tightly, his breathing was labored. Sweat matted his hair to his head more so than normal as he stared out at nothing in particular in his room. Images of his past plagued him as usual. Thus he sat there shaking with a certain redhead next to him...
Layla has grown used to this by now, knowing the warning signs of his nightmares she could prepare without being phased. Reaching an arm around his shoulders, she gently coaxed the prince down to rest his head on her chest.
“Shh, just breathe. You’re alright.” she cooed, rocking him softly as she brushed his hair from his face to apply the cold, damp cloth she’d brought before he’d woken up.











