OF NIGHTMARES AND-- [open]

[King Narcisse]

Why did this always happen to him at the worst of times? The kingdom was in a rough enough state as it was with tensions running high throughout the towns, along the borders, and even within the castle. Whispers about his father's and that woman's death circulated around him, or was he just hearing things? It had been this way since their death all those years ago. Oh, and let us not forget the dear little sister who ran away from home, never to be seen again! Ugh, it was starting to give him a headache. It was the least of his problems, though. No, his current problem happened to be recurring nuisances that wake up him in the middle of the night and end up wide awake for the rest of the night.

The young king slowly propped himself up on one elbow, waiting as the covers slipped off of his shoulders and down to his waist. He brought his other hand up, brushing back his dark bangs. Squinting eyes searched around the dark room as he tried to adjust to the darkness. What little light filtered in through the drapes from the moon did not help him in the slightest bit, but its attempt was appreciated... Kind of. Narcisse pushed himself all the way into a sitting position, bringing both hands up to rub his eyes. He then reached off to the side, fumbled around blindly as his hand thumped against the nearby side table, stopping once he felt the familiar silk fabric brush up against his finger tips. He grabbed his eye patch, slipping it into place over his useless eye that was never allowed to see the light of day.

A frown formed on his face as he turned his head, sweeping his one eyed gaze over the room once more. He had woken up from another nightmare, yet he could hardly remember what it was about. There was still the same cold sweat that left his skin feeling sticky, and the contact between skin and clothing felt uncomfortable. He would change, but there was really no point in doing so. It wasn't like he could put on clothes properly in the first place. There were maids for that. Ugh, he was too spoiled sometimes. Even he will admit to that.

The king shifted around, kicking off the covers before slipping off the bed. Bare feet hit the cool, wooden flooring, bringing with it some relief from the heat. He was dressed in his usual bedroom attire--his underwear and an oversized shirt--so he did not understand why it was so hot for him. He would just have to blame the nightmare for now. Hm, it was probably only just past two in the morning like it always was when he was woken up by a nightmare. It seemed to run on a routine, and it annoyed him greatly. Narcisse kept his footsteps careful, shuffling them slightly. His arms were spread out in front of him as he tried to make sure he did not run into anything. At least his room had recently been cleaned by the maids.

A small lump stirred from his bed, causing him to still. He turned his head to the side, watching the faint outlines move as two furry ears popped up and out of the covers, followed by a nose. The creature yawned, blinking tiredly before the fox instantly brightened up. The Zorua wiggled out from under the covers, bouncing over to its master. Narcisse held up his index finger to his mouth, signalling the Pokemon to remain quiet. He knew this was useless, but it was worth a shot.

Where to now? Into the hall? The kitchen? Snaking at night was not uncommon of the young king. Perhaps he would just stay in his room and stare out the window? He needed to decide fast.

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan walks through the halls of the castle slowly, not really walking with much purpose. Is it truly his fault that he sees little reason to sleep? Is it truly wrong to think of sleep as a waste of time? Tristan doesn't seem to think so considering the fact that he does this on many occasions through the night.

As he walks, Tristan wonders if perhaps he will see the king again. During the many times he walks these halls at night, Tristan has noticed the presence of the young leader within them. Tristan never approaches the king when he sees him, fearing his presence could scare the king, especially considering the fact that Tristan has been known to glow black in the absence of light.

Tristan passes by the door he knows as the king's, trying to remain silent. Tristan looks at the white cape that seems to flow silently behind him. The king..I wonder..does he.. Tristan thinks before stopping himself, convincing himself not to think of judgment of someone he barely knows. Tristan continues walking, wondering why the maids didn't leave a single light source lit in this side of the halls.

Tristan slows his walking, not wishing to leave the area just yet. The lights..they are never all the way out..so why..why tonight? The boy thinks as he slows to a standstill like walk. Tristan can't imagine that someone would have invaded the castle on a night such as this, or at a time such as this, but it is his job to maintain the safety of the king and his kingdom, so he can't be too cautious. Tristan would have sparked one of the lights into glowing, but wouldn't it be easier if the enemy can't see him, but he can perfectly spot them?

[King Narcisse]

The usual frown formed on his face as he tried to decide his next move. He had around four hours before the maids would begin to stir from their slumber. He had five hours until he was expected to be awake and five hours before the maids arrived to dress him, make his bed, etc. The king let out a sigh through his nose, shaking his head. He turned his single eyed gaze down, staring into the faintly gleaming eyes of his companion. The dark type grinned up at him, no traces of sleep apparent on its face. Its tail wagged happily behind it, wiggling its hind quarters with each movement. Pearly white teeth flashed from the fox, only shown against the soft moonlight. Giving in, the boy crouched down, scooping the Zorua off the floor.

He straightened back up, cradling the creature in his arms. The fox snickered at him, only to earn a sharp shushing sound from its master. Regardless, the fox nuzzled into his chest. Rolling his eyes, Narcisse made his way towards the large window. The drapes shifted from some unknown source of wind, but the young king disregarded this. Shifting the weight of the fox in his arms, he reached out, drawing the curtains. More moonlight filtered in through the now unblocked window, allowing more to be seen from within his room. His frown deepened as he turned around, inspecting his room to make sure that nothing was out of the ordinary.

Coming to the conclusion that all was well, he slowly made his way over to the door. Another snicker came from his companion, but this time he did nothing to silence the fox. It was useless, so why bother? Grasping the metal doorknob, the boy turned the knob, carefully opening the door to make sure that the hinges did not creak. He hated the sound with a passion, so he took every precaution necessary to keep the dreaded sound from reaching his ears. Narcisse paused, staying within his room with the door only partially opened.

He could hear footsteps, and they were slowing down, just past his door. The idea of standing in the door and waiting for whoever it was to reveal themselves, if they bothered to turn back around, was instantly shot down by none other than the king's Zorua. The fox's grin widened as another snicker sounded, louder than all the others. Narcisse rolled his eyes, inwardly groaning. He needed to get this fox trained.

[Tristan Blake]

Tristan turns around slowly as he senses a Pokemon. What is a Pokemon doing in this part of the castle now? Tristan think, his eyes peering through the darkness, searching for any signs of life. Tristan, not wishing to expose his powers in case someone is watching, merely uses his innate Dragon force ability to sense the king and his Dark type companion.

So..the king is up yet again. Tristan says, not knowing exactly what to do. Tristan considers just walking away, but he fears that King Narcisse might think Tristan an intruder considering the lighting. Instead, Tristan walks toward the king's door, allowing some of his energy to shone on his face, enough to create a black glow strong enough for his identity to be figured, but subtle enough to prevent it's appearing like the magic Crystal detests so much.

As Tristan arrives near the door, he looks down at the little boy-king and the partner in his arms. "Good evening, my lord. I hope my presence didn't awaken you, I am merely taking my rounds. May I ask if there is anything that I may help you with? Is something wrong?" Tristan says, giving the king a formal greeting bow. Tristan awaits a response as he stands tall, always watching his surroundings, still wary of the reason for the lack of light..

[Ginger]

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