( Doing this prompt but swapped)

“ No- No I swear- I’m not the same as I was before “ Aldrick said frantically, waving his hands as he took a few steps back. Heart pounding, he tripped on the rug, falling backwards onto his bed.

“ Your majesty, you require medical attention. Do not deny yourself of it any longer. “ Almax said, the advisor’s husband speaking up soon after.

“ He is right you know, you simply must rest. Let us take care of things for a while. Us staff are horribly worried for your wellbeing! “ Trezan spoke rapidly, panic as clear as the morning sun in a colorful sky.

“ I’m alright- “ He coughed out, sneezing soon after. Almax gave him one of his signature glares, this one stemming from his skepticism.

“ Are you speaking in truth your majesty? I, for one, doubt your words. “

“ I am, I am, I assure you. “ Aldrick insisted, golden eyes looking around frantically. He was checking for an escape, which his father figures would not allow.

“ Your majesty. “ Almax’s glare harshened.

“ Alright Alright- I’ll rest, I’ll rest. “ He amended rapidly, a soft sigh escaping him.

“ Good. “ Trezan smiled, turning away.

**_Little did they know he was nearer to death then they could ever imagine. For it was not a wound that the current medicine could mend. Trauma doesn’t heal with a pill, it heals with hope._**