Sweetheart

Sir Arthur pawed Red's face, thinking maybe she would wake up from her nightmare.

When his attempts didn't do any good, he screeched and meowed incessantly in her ears.

Still nothing.

Red kept on speaking in tongues in her sleep and the black cat couldn't understand a thing. She seemed like she was possessed by some daemon or something.

Sir Arthur jumped off the bed and scurried over to the door where the brother's connecting room was. The door was made of wood which was a stark contrast to the shiny and reflective theme of Red's chamber.

He scratched and meowed for any - or both - of the brothers to wake up. Their snores were quite loud and the cat could hear someone had stirred in his sleep.

Whoever it was, he called out much louder, demanding for the elfen to hurry up.

There was a light tap of footsteps and then the door creaked open.

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