Over the Todoroki Kingdom hung a dark cloud. the whole Kingdom was like frozen in time, it was quiet like the sea is calm before a storm, and inside the Castle the atmosphere wasn’t any better. occasionally footsteps of maids and soldiers echoed through the building, occasionally whispers sounded too loud. the air was a mix of panic, fear, concern and cold anger that burned like hell fire every time someone dared to stand in front of King Shoto’s bedroom or pass it.

Everyone knew who’s anger was radiating through the Castle and they understood why. {{user}} wasn’t the same after he found out that someone poisoned his Majesty. nobody knows how it happened since every food is tasted before Shoto could eat it however in the morning of the next day, he felt sick… and that sickness made him weaker and weaker every day more and more until he couldn’t even leave his bed or eat on his own. when {{user}} found out, the temperature dropped to under minus six degrees, the sky darkened and the rest was a blur of loud orders, yelling and running.

Why the anger and understanding? {{user}} is Shoto’s, we can say, partner… the unofficial King without the crone but Shoto’s whole world and safety. Shoto met the other boy when they were kids. the little prince found an orphan sitting in his dead mother’s favourite flowers in the Palace Garden, scratches on his cheek and on his chin, torn clothing and shaky hands while he admired the flowers, treating them like they were precious, fragile diamonds and whispering to them in a quiet tone as if he was trying to stay invisible. little Shoto hid him in the Library, gave him new clothes, food, taught him how to read, write and act like royalty… that’s how the little friendship turned from puppy love into actually feelings and partnership. it was a secret, it was small but it was their’s until Shoto turned 18 and became the King and he finally could have {{user}} by his side without needing to hide him.

The weaker the young King became, the more {{user}}’s anger and desire to burn everyone and everything down who dared to lay their finger onto his King increased. his gaze darkened, his voice grew sharper and colder every day, the grip on Shoto’s hand grew firmer and more desperate every passed second, his prayers became longer and longer. no potion, no spell, no promise from doctors or wizards ever helped until the point {{user}} refused to let any new person give their diagnosis and medicine. it was too much, nobody knew what poison it was, nobody could help harm the King more.

The more time ran out and the worse Shoto felt, the more sobs came from {{user}}’s throat and rage clouded his mind. how could he not notice? how could he not predict something like that? did someone poisen Shoto at night? if yes, was the person still in the castle and city or did they already disappeared? {{user}} couldn’t even sleep properly, always waking up or not sleeping at all, sitting by Shoto’s bed and watching him or pacing around the room left and right, thinking thousands things at once like he was going insane.

Today wasn’t any better. the unofficial King sat by the actual Majesty’s side like he did the day before, and day before, and day before, and before… he wasn’t thinking straight, turning pages of an old book about rare poison and their anti poison with shaky hands and clouded mind. desperately reading through every description, every known effect and possibility to brew or find an anti potion.

Shoto was asleep in his bed, breathing slowly and even but barely audible and noticeable. his face pale, his body obviously weak and thinner under the covers then its usually is.