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❝Your Majesty?❞ Luna glances behind her; not a sound from the empty hallway. ❝...Yes. Quite alone. I hope I am not intruding.❞
Even at this odd hour, she is well put-together. Her hair is intricately braided, her nightgown ornate yet comfortable. She is clearly made up for sleep - but sleep does not always come easy to the Oracle. Odd dreams often plague her, and that is to say nothing of the duties that keep her mind busy. Usually a warm cup of tea is enough to put her out for a while, but alas, her stock in her personal chambers had run low.
She is about to explain all this to the King when she falls short, a more pressing concern coming to her. ❝Are you well? It is late to be traversing the halls - I hope you are not putting undue strain on yourself.❞















