Frankly, My Dear...
03-31-2013, 03:27 PM
The King laid near his Queen, near enough that he could see and hear her, but not near enough as to press his warmth against her own. She was very sick, ill beyond belief, and as much as he loved her the King could not afford to grow ill himself. A sigh rang out, tapered off by the smallest of whines. Could his day get any better? He would need to figure out some way to get her home, or get Loccian here to help her. There had to be something he could do. She was quivering as she spoke, barely choking out words and hardly stringing together sentences. Gerhardt breathed another sigh, unable to look upon her in such a weary state. He would lift his chin and howl as loud as he could muster for Loccian their Marquess. It was time his wife start getting better. "Loccian will come, I've named her Marquess. She will know what to do." Eyes flooded with concern, wanting so badly to chastise her for ever leaving Seracia in the first place, but knowing this wasn't the time to do so. For all he knew, she could be on the brink of death. "speeeeech" |
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