Spain was rather gorgeous in 1723.
Well, save for the small epidemics being spread around. Now, Carlisle wasn’t completely worried about contracting some sort of sickness (especially considering he was immortal and . . well, couldn’t contract a sickness), but, he did often worry about the very few people he had grown to care for just a bit during his stay in Spain.
He had decided to go on some sort of adventure — a world trip, if you must, as he decided to do something with his many years left on the world instead of just moping around and being tethered to one singular city. Yet, he still had to uphold his role as a doctor, of course. He just couldn’t help himself. It seemed as though the 1700’s had become the millennia of illnesses with his many had been floating around for the past few years. The plague, for one.
Though, Spain had become one of Carlisle’s favorite places to stay. Why, you may ask? They implemented strict rules and took severe measures to make sure the plague wouldn’t slip through the cracks and rapidly infect everyone in the community all over again. Which, in hindsight, was lovely for him, because he had grown quite . . upset at the idea of being beckoned over by someone, begging for him to save their child or loved one, knowing that he was unable to do anything over and over and over again.
And for a while, he was alright. He wasn’t worrisome, he was able to admire the scenery, everything a traveler would adore in a place like Spain. But, then, the Emperor had sent him a letter. A precious little letter containing the pleadings of someone so powerful, brought down to a begging man for Carlisle to come and treat his child that had fallen ill.
He had to put some thought to it, at the start, of course, because he was at peace for once, but, oh, him and his hungry need to save as many people as he could wrapped him in a chokehold, and he let it get the better of him. As it always did.
What he didn’t quite expect once he showed up to the castle was for the said sick empress to be easy on his eyes. Not so easy on his heart, but, who needed that dull organ anyway?