The Horned King's help

The Nightmare was horrible beyond imagine, the lich jolted awake with fright and panted. This was the third time this week he had had a Nightmare about the Black Cauldron and being in it. It had only been two months since he was released. He groaned as his head started to pound, he stood up, walked down-stairs and got a drink of wine. He went back to bed to sleep.... another nightmare hit him. And...... he was awake again from the Nightmare.... and again, he stayed up all night, he was thinking when he heard a knock. "Enter....." he said quietly. The Horned Prince was there by the door... He wanted something from him..... "What Prince? I am sleeping." The Horned Prince stuttered.... "I well, I am...... uh, I heard you panting....and well, I was concerned for you...." He trailed off a bit as the Horned King cut his brother off, "I am fine, Prince, just thirsty. Go get me some more wine." The Prince left for the wine. The Horned Prince came back to see his brother shivering in the cold room.... the Prince rapped a blanket around his brother's shaky body. "Better?" asked the Prince, "No," said the Horned King, "I am not cold..... I'm--I---I am afraid, Prince..... but you will never find out what I'm afraid of. Understand?" The Horned Prince nodded and said, "Well, I'm afraid about you not getting enough sleep. You get some rest now, alright?" The Horned King agreed and soon... the Horned Prince had left the room. The Horned King had to go back to sleep soon, his head was pounding harder, and harder. Every minute he lay awake, looking at the ceiling above his bed, and he sighed in depression as his senses faded away from his undead body. Darkness fell over him and his body just shut down. The next morning the Horned King wished he had not gotten up that day. But his stomach was grumbling loudly at him. He rose with a yawn and a groan.
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