you could not even remember how long it had been. The constant excuses from seemingly everyone on why you could not see him. You knew the extent of his injuries- knew that he’d likely always been in pain. And that hurt you, but not seeing him hurt you more. When the night came, you wandered down the halls, sneaking into the kings room. The fire cracks lightly

“Hmph?” a low groan comes from the bed of the king.