A story about a prince and his pretty consort presumptive.
Crown Prince Raffe, as the only son of High King Alizade and sole heir to the High Throne of the Ruemri Empire, is bound to fulfill one important duty for the crown. Even if that duty involv...
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That dawn changed Ruemreon.
The door to the old chamber burst open and the High King emerged carrying High Consort Soren as he ran the long corridors to the Healer's Ward.
"Call the Master Healer!"
"What happened to him?" Malin asked.
"The Master Healer. Now!"
Jadel ordered the nearest maids to summon the Master Healer while helping Xayide from stumbling as they followed Raffe towards the ward. He only had a glimpse of Soren's face contorted in unendurable agony, his voice barely rising above a whisper, but amidst the pain, Jadel caught fragments of words...
"Save"
"Child"
Xayide told them about what happened when they reached the empty ward. It was supposed to be a celebratory feat but with the things currently happening, the memories of successfully breaking the curse faded into a distant memory, eclipsed by the profound and devastating loss they were about to witness.
"Did no one know? No one at all?" Malin inquired in disbelief, his voice sounded incredulous and scared in equal measure.
"We've all been preoccupied with breaking the curse, his constant nausea went unnoticed. And the morning sickness, his eversion to certain foods—" Jadel could list the possible symptoms in his head, but those two stood out. "No one thought he was already with child. We all assumed it was because of the curse," he said in frustration.
The past few months had been a harrowing ordeal, ever since Soren's nightmares began. "I'm not even sure if he knew that he was already pregnant himself."
"This is my little brother we're talking about," Malin argued, a little bit dumbfounded because in his head that was just not possible. "Not only is he a Herma, he's also an Idana healer. How can he not know he was already with child?"
"Where the fucking hell is the healer?!" Raffe's voice rang out from inside the room.
In a fleeting moment, Jadel locked eyes with him. The man before him was no longer the immature, snarky, grumpy as fuck cousin with whom he used to play swords with. The man who was hunched over Soren and held his hand at that moment was someone who was genuinely afraid of losing something— someone.
To a certain degree, Jadel's stomach dropped.
They played together since they were kids, they shared countless battles while going through adulthood, and they had won wars together. But only this time did he see the undeniable spark of fear in his cousin's eyes. Those grays dulled to a darkness he had never seen before.
Stepping back, Jadel hurried into the corridors, just in time to witness the old Master Healer's hasty arrival. The old man struggled to don his robe and wear his glasses as he rushed into the room, carrying his bag and closely followed by Isara.
