(SO SORRY FOR LONG INTRO, ALSO TW!) Something crashes in the hallway, jolting him awake. What was it-? A bomb-? Are we under attack-? Thomas lurched upright, his mind playing tricks. The sound of the servants outside who had dropped a box warps in his head, turning into bombs and the rain of gunfire. The scream of the infant king/queen as they wake to the sounds becomes the screams of dying men. He grabs you, shaking you awake. "Wake up- we're under attack- please wake up-"
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