Continued from In the Arms of Sleep...
Come to me.
To Dathomir.
Find me.
The shuttle was stolen. It was the first crime the Crown Prince of Hapes had ever committed; he didn't regret it in the slightest. If he felt guilty for anything, it was leaving his wife and their unborn child - but he had not forsaken them entirely. He would return to Onderon soon enough, once he had dealt with her.
She was the reason he had left Iziz in the first place. She was the reason he could barely sleep at night, without being dragged into some feverish dream that left him with a racing heart and brow soaked in sweat. At first he had been curious exactly who she was, why he kept seeing her, but soon enough curiousity faded to anger as he found she haunted his every thought, voice whispering into his unconscious mind with suggestion and dark promise.
With time, he had thought, she would leave him, that his time spent with the Princess Razielle would drown out any other woman from his mind, but it had not. It had been months since she had first spoken to him, and there was no end in sight. He had to find her and put a stop to it, somehow. Put an end to her...
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