Unlike Sophie Wexler's dreamless night, this was destined to be a sleepless one for the Empire.
The various factions were all speculating about who had matched with the 3S Healer-class, each with their own agenda.
Even His Majesty was curious.
He summoned Cillian Forrest early the next morning.
"Cillian, who did that Healer-class match with last night?" His Majesty asked, looking down at Cillian Forrest from his throne.
Ever since the previous day, he had been inundated with messages. At first, they were requests to give their children more opportunities, to let them spend more time with the Healer. But soon, everyone was scrambling to ask the same question: who did the Healer actually match with?
Many of them were the very candidates he had previously instructed Cillian Forrest to select.
And now, they were all coming to him with the same question.
He was beginning to get confused. 'Were none of the candidates chosen?'
'Then who did the Healer choose?'
