I could smell lavender when I walked into the house; it felt so real. It was a tiny house with a fireplace, a small kitchen, a living area, and a bed, all in an open space. It was very simple, but I loved it. It was the kind of dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I saw Elijah sitting in front of the fireplace, hugging his knees. I didn't know what he was doing there, so I cautiously approached him.

"My king?" I called softly.

Elijah turned, and the moment he saw me, he stood. His eyes widened in disbelief. "Delilah?"

"My king!"

I ran into his arms,...