Sleep talking (Spoilers!!)

Inspired by @ArliyaWingfeather's post about Janner sleep talking.

(Esben is fourteen and Artham is fifteen in this story.)

Esben rolled over again with an annoyed grumble; he pulled his pillow over his head. Below him Artham was sleeping in the bottom bunk, mumbling something about Arundel.

"Every night..." Esben growled.

He sat up, then threw his pillow with all his might at Artham below him. Artham came tumbling out of bed with a scream, all wrapped up in his blankets. He fumbled around, still half asleep, trying to fight his way out of the sheets, which he though was trying to attack him.

Esben sat at the top laughing and holding his sides. Finally, Artham's head poked out and he glared at his younger brother. His hair was a scraggly mess from the sheets, and it fell into his face.

"What was that for?!" Artham snapped at his snickering brother.

"You need to just go talk to Arundel instead of mumbling about her in your sleep!" Esben said with a smirk, then rolled back over in his bed.

"Then you should just talk to the hollish girl Nia instead of snoring." Artham quipped back.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Esben said sleepily from above. Artham climbed up the ladder silently with his pillow.

"Oh, I think you do!" He creamed his brother with it and feathers went flying everywhere. Esben shot up with the feathers sticking out from his hair.

"Alright, you asked for it!" He called out, then grabbed his brother and they both wrestled, falling back to the bottom bunk with a THUNK! A light turned on in the doorway and footsteps came. Artham and Esben looked at each other in fear. The door opened and their father stood there, scowling with his hands behind his back.

"What on this good planet are you two doing?! It's five in the morning!" He exclaimed. "Artham woke me up because he was mumbling again in his sleep!" Esben said quickly.

"But you threw your pillow at me!"

"I see, well then in that case there is only one thing a king can do." He walked up to the two, then pulled his own pillow from behind his back and swung it at the two of them. Artham and Esben looked at him in shock then grinned upon seeing their father's playful smile. They grabbed their own pillows and soon the whole castle was awoken to the sounds of laughter running through the halls as the happy royal family had a pillow fight.