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EquinoxSol
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Jasille smiled gently at Thea as she said that the kiss had been nice. However, before anything more could pass between them, Dimaethor, who was still mumbling to himself in his sleep and tossing and turning on his bedroll, let out a soul-wrenching scream. Immediately, Jasille was at his side, waking him up with a couple shakes. "Mama!" the king cried, his skin sweaty and his cheeks wet with tears.
Then, he was awake, blinking his eyes opened as he cried. Seeing Jasille, he threw his arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. "Jasille...I...I was dreaming about when my parents died...I miss them so much, Jasille..." he said around sobs. Meanwhile, the knight tried to be as soothing as possible, running his hand up and down Dimaethor's back and whispering soft words of comfort into his ears.
"It's alright, my king," he whispered, using a more familiar honor for his king. "Why don't you lie back down and try to go back to sleep? In the morning, you can have the last bit of chocolate I have, alright?"
Dimaethor nodded, his tears soaking into Jasille's shirt. Eventually, he pulled away, still sniffling a bit. "Can I sleep on your bedroll?" he asked, looking more like a child than a king in the dark of the tent.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Jasille answered, helping him lie down before he put the thin blankets on top of him. "It will be better in the morning."
Then, he was awake, blinking his eyes opened as he cried. Seeing Jasille, he threw his arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder. "Jasille...I...I was dreaming about when my parents died...I miss them so much, Jasille..." he said around sobs. Meanwhile, the knight tried to be as soothing as possible, running his hand up and down Dimaethor's back and whispering soft words of comfort into his ears.
"It's alright, my king," he whispered, using a more familiar honor for his king. "Why don't you lie back down and try to go back to sleep? In the morning, you can have the last bit of chocolate I have, alright?"
Dimaethor nodded, his tears soaking into Jasille's shirt. Eventually, he pulled away, still sniffling a bit. "Can I sleep on your bedroll?" he asked, looking more like a child than a king in the dark of the tent.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Jasille answered, helping him lie down before he put the thin blankets on top of him. "It will be better in the morning."