[Goose flesh pecks along his skin as the hairs on his nape stand on end.
He does not want to be here. Not with someone who apparently decides who lives and dies on a throne staring down at him. Too familiar in a very, very bad way.
But the Dream-King comment catches his attention.]
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[Goose flesh pecks along his skin as the hairs on his nape stand on end.
He does not want to be here. Not with someone who apparently decides who lives and dies on a throne staring down at him. Too familiar in a very, very bad way.
But the Dream-King comment catches his attention.]
So you think this is a Shadow's doing.