"no! the blanket goes ― gods, just let me do it!"

Lucerys couldn't help but cringe audibly when you (practically) ripped the blanket out of the servants' hand. if he weren't so sick, he might've laughed at how bossy you were being ... fussing over him like he was on his deathbed, when he was really just ridden with a common flu. he had the coughs and the shivers ― so nothing serious.

yet, you straight up refused to leave his bedside. and gods were you stubborn...

"please don't scare the servants away..." his cheeks were flushed, from both embarrassment and a fever, and his voice strained horribly when he talked. not that he would have to talk any louder anyway, you were close enough to hear even the slightest sound...