What an awful dream he had last night. It was a routine for Arian.

He still hadn't recovered from the vision he had of Lana the first night. And every other day for the past week.

He had been awake since the early hours of the morning, afraid to close his eyes because of the recurring nightmares.

As soon as the clock hit 6, he went out for a ride, stopping at the garden of roses planted for Lana as their wedding surprise.

It was still flourishing as he had ordered some of the servants to attend to it every day. Some part of him still wished that she was...