“No! Thank you, doctor, but I feel fine.” The last thing I wanted right then was to be in a drugged sleep with creepy Callis staring at me, especially not after the dreams that I had been having. “Doctor, what time is it?”
“Not quite four-thirty, Sire. As your doctor, I must insist that you lay back down. You are pale, sweating profusely, and obviously weren’t resting well.”
“He’s right, King Dexter,” said one of the guards, a Corporal Crotts if I remembered rightly. “You’ve been tossing and turning and talking in your sleep all night.”
“Could you make out what I was saying?”
“A lot of moaning mostly, and it sounded like you were talking about...
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