Fight! Fight! Pillow fight!

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[For someone so fixated on the concept of fairness, Somnus was never known for observing formalities. The Oracle has retired after a trying day, a servant tells him, and must be allowed her rest. He brushes the night guard aside with the snap of his wrist, and it's a matter of seconds before he's striding across the chamber to where Aera slumbers. That she looks so peaceful where she lies doesn't deter him in the slightest.

His brother might scold him for his brusqueness, if he were here. He isn't.]

Oracle—

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[ When the rumor mill spins at full force, even a king is hard-pressed to ignore them from the mouths of his councilors. They rejoice while he sits on the throne with a taciturn mien, belying his concerns for the woman already burdened with the gods' revelations. As far as the people below the steps know, their king won't be moved until he receives the divine blessing to speak, and he makes no sound to correct them.

The day she appears before him below the steps, he searches her with a suspicious eye for signs of something sinister beneath that heavenly visage. Paranoia, perhaps. Even from here, he can spy her weariness—and for the time being, weariness is all his human eyes can see.

The sooner she retires from his company, the better. His voice, ever steady and to the point, betrays no emotion. ]

What says the gods?