Svalin took a few deep breaths and tried to calm herself down. "Dreams art important, Vernique, and not to be dismissed so easily."
She wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
"Dreams canst be portents of what ist to come. E'ery night since our wedding I hath dreamed of naught but destruction and death at the hands of our son."
There was a deep sigh.
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