With a cloud of immense blackness befogging his seat of reasoning, the King at this time—Briceus, could no longer find solace in the rich comforts of his Majestic bedroom. His physical restlessness entangled with his mental uneasiness was prepared to admittedly cripple his mind altogether. That dream had haunted him again while he'd slept during the night. He could not place it but it was becoming a bother to him with how frequent he was having such dreams lately.
"I have to find a medium to beat this!"
Briceus said out loud; his glorious confinement being his sole listener.
By this time, he had succumbed to the act of pacing about his bedroom space.
"It can't be that this memory should haunt me for the rest of the day. Should it?" asked the King to himself.
"It was merely a dream but I have no means of cleansing my thoughts of this burden?
No!
IF Zeke had returned by now, should we not have more elaborate matters to deliberate on?
