The Dragon King and His Fallen Star novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: Of Dreams and Memories

KIERYGAN’S POV

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I lay on my bed, staring at the branches swaying beyond my window. Sleep tugged heavily at my eyes, but I hesitated.

I knew I’d only be woken soon enough–by her fear. I’d drift for an hour, maybe two, before the icy grip of her nightmares reached me through the bond.

Still, my body demanded rest. With a weary sigh, I sank back against the pillows, gazing up at the

shadowed canopy above me until my eyes finally closed.

And sleep took me.

Then I was back there again.

The dark, dense forest. Mist curling around gnarled trunks like skeletal fingers. Shadows rippled

and parted before me, revealing the scene I had come to know too well: an infant with silver hair

and violet eyes, cradled in Morwenna’s arms. Malric stood beside her. And the horned, hooded

figure loomed over the crying Eirlys.

And there were the seven fae. Their glow flickered in the darkness as they reached toward the child, their faces stricken with grief. Among them was the woman–the one who looked exactly

like Eirlys. She reached out, lips moving soundlessly. No matter how I strained to hear her words,

they remained muffled and broken.

I knew it was a dream, but I couldn’t escape it. I couldn’t do anything to stop what was about to

happen.

Then came the fear.

It slithered down my spine, cold and crushing. I wasn’t sure anymore if it belonged to her… or to

1. me.

Perhaps both.

I jolted awake with a sharp inhale, my chest tight. Without thinking, I swung my feet onto the floor and moved quickly down the dark corridor to her chambers.

She lay tangled in her blankets, her face pale, sweat beading along her brow. This time, she wasn’t just whimpering–she was sobbing, tears slipping down her temples.

“It’s alright,” I murmured, sitting at the edge of her bed. “I’m here now.”

Her eyes snapped open, pupils wide and unfocused at first. Then they found me, and she drew in a trembling breath.

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Her shoulders sagged with relief as she whispered my name.

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She grabbed my arm, fear and sorrow shining in her eyes. “The seven others,” she said at once, her

voice thin and shaking. “They just… vanished into dust. I think… I think the shadow killed them.”

Her words broke into sobs as she clutched my arm tighter, pressing her face against it. Her

shoulders trembled beneath the thin fabric of her nightdress.

My heart slammed hard in my chest.

That was what I dreamt last night.

But how? How did I see it first?

I clenched my jaw, forcing down the questions clawing at my mind. This wasn’t the time to

unsettle her further. So I stayed silent. Instead, I reached out and brushed her damp hair away

from her cheek, feeling her shiver beneath my touch.

Wordlessly, I lay down beside her, as we had grown accustomed to each night.

I stayed awake long after her tears stopped, staring into the darkness, listening to her quiet

breaths… questions swirling endlessly in my head.

I used to think her dreams were nothing but fragments of trauma–twisted memories of captivity,

mingled with the stories Evander made her read. Tales of monsters and heroes and cosmic

battles, filling her head with images she couldn’t fully understand.

But now… now I am not so sure.

I was dreaming her dreams. Seeing her nightmares… sometimes even before she did.

A tightness coiled low in my chest. There had to be more to it. More than trauma. More than fear. Some deeper truth buried beneath all that darkness, and the bond was trying to show me.

I would find out. Whatever it took.

I wanted to end her nightmares. Even if it meant losing these quiet moments with her.

With that resolve anchoring my thoughts, I shifted closer to her, curling my arm around her waist.

She sighed softly in her sleep, pressing back against my chest.

For a fleeting moment, the tension inside me eased. The questions could wait until morning.

I closed my eyes and finally let sleep pull me under

The next morning, after breakfast, I walked Eirlys to the training field so she’d be occupied–and safe–with Orryx and Callum for the rest of the morning. Before I left, I couldn’t help but give her

one last instruction.

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“Do not wander off alone. Understand?” I said.

She nodded obediently.

Callum raised a brow. “Relax,” he drawled. “We won’t let her out of our sight.”

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Satisfied, I gave Eirlys one final glance before turning away. I needed to find Ulyanna. I needed

answers.

I found her in one of the greenhouses where rare and magical herbs were grown. She was

overseeing a group of witches practicing with their wands, coaxing a tiny seed to sprout. She raised her head the moment I approached, sensing my presence before her eyes even found me.

“Walk with me,” I said quietly.

She dismissed her apprentices with a flick of her fingers, and they scattered like startled birds. We walked in silence back to my study.

She didn’t need to be told. The moment the door closed behind us, she raised her hands, weaving a ward to repel eavesdroppers and trespassers alike. She nodded once, letting me know it was safe to speak.

“It’s Eirlys,” I began. “She’s been having the same dream for weeks. But this time… I saw it too.”

I drew in a breath, steadying my voice. “I’ve been dreaming her dreams.”

Her brow furrowed, shadows gathering in her dark eyes. “Describe it.”

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And so I did. The forest. The hooded figure. Malric. Morwenna. The seven fae turning to dust. The woman who looked exactly like Eirlys, trying to speak but her words muffled and broken.

When I finished, Ulyanna was silent for a long moment, her fingertips tapping lightly against the edge of my desk.

Finally, she spoke. “Dreaming the same dream is uncommon… but not unheard of,” she said. “The bond between you must be getting stronger. You’re feeling her emotions… and now seeing her dreams as well.”

I sat back in my chair, cradling my chin with my fingers. “But how do you explain me seeing her dreams even before she did?”

Ulyanna hummed thoughtfully. “That is strange,” she admitted. “But perhaps those aren’t just dreams she’s sharing with you. Maybe they’re memories.”

I frowned. “Memories?”

She nodded. “Pieces of her past breaking through the mental barriers placed on her,” she said softly. “Trauma does that. And magic… magic does it too.”

“If they’re memories,” I murmured, “then I need to know what the woman who looked like Eirlys

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