Late night.
Grainne lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep,
The pressure from her father, Finn's ambitions, the royal conflict and the Fiona Battle Group, Dioléin's capture, the invasion of foreign tribes... all sorts of problems that seemed impossible to solve kept surfacing in her mind, leaving her deeply troubled.
Sleep.
Don't think about anything, just sleep.
She comforted herself like this.
In a daze, Grainne seemed to have returned to the Royal Capital Tara in Ireland, back to her parents' sides.
The war to resist the invasion had achieved victory, and Dioléin was rescued, everyone was celebrating.
And she, too, had arrived at the crossroads of fate.
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