The next afternoon, Lyanna sat in a small adjacent room, watching through magical projection as Azrael waited for Eve in the waiting room.
After a few seconds, Eve entered, her eyes red as if she had been crying.
"Your Majesty," She said, curtseying. "Thank you so much for meeting me. I know it's improper, but I didn't know who else to turn to."
"Sit." Azrael said, gesturing to a chair across from him. "You said the attack left you unable to sleep. Have the additional guards helped?"
"Up to an extent." Eve replied. "But guards can't stop the nightmares. They can't make me feel safe mentally."
"The healer mentioned she could provide a sleeping potion to prevent nightmares. Have you tried it?"
"Potions can't help." Eve said, wiping her tears. "Right now, I'm struggling with loneliness. Being in this castle, where everyone sees me as a political pawn, where the other candidates hate me, and I have no real allies or friends." She looked up at him with teary eyes.
