Amelia PoV
I stared at Vadim as he seemed to zone out. Good thing the match wasn't tonight. He seemed out of it. Was it the pressure of putting on a good show for the kids, or maybe it was his dream.
Sighing, I poked his soft cheeks. They were warm beneath my fingertips, a stark contrast to the chilly night air that clung to the tent. He blinked, those vibrant blue eyes slowly focusing on me, a faint smudge of worry lingering behind them.
"Still lost in thought, my love?" I asked, my voice as gentle as I could make it. He was a rock, my Vadim, but even rocks could be worn down by unseen currents. This dream of his, about a transforming shadow and distant hopes, had clearly unsettled him more than he let on. He had a tendency to brush off anything that truly bothered him, hiding behind that larger-than-life persona he presented to the world. A valiant knight, yes, but still my silly farm boy at heart.
