By the time the princess lay in her bed, Balthazar was ready.  His own awakening was complete and he had made her memories his own.<br/><br/>He waited within the swirling red void that had been the sum total of his existance for so long.  In dreaming she would be drawn there as well, able to do nothing to avoid finding her way to him.  In this place he was everywhere.<br/><br/>As he waited for sleep to claim her, Balthazar imagined a throne he'd seen in one of her childhood nightmares.  For it was the sort of thing only a child's fear could create, tall and looming with shadows twisting the Sun's visage into something leering and hungry.  Yes, it would suit him perfectly for this meeting.  He perched upon his new throne to await Aurora's arrival like a carron bird overlooking a battlefield.  He had been a tall man in life, but his studies had left him thin almost gaunt.  Hair as white as snow curled about his pinched shoulders, matched by a well-kept goatee sprouting from his sharp chin.  He absently stroaked his bread with long fingers tipped with long, almost claw-like nails.  In the style of his time, they were lacquered a glossy pitch and upon each a rune of power had been painstakingly etched and then filled with glittering ruby dust before being sealed.  Most striking perhaps were his eyes, for they were the same piercing sky blue as Aurora's and many of the greatest of the Deschain line.<br/><br/>"Come my Aurora," he whispered to her, "Sleep and come to me."