Ever since Shadow Milk’s defeat, Pure Vanilla has realized that the jester isn’t as strong-willed as he initially acted. The healer realized that Shadow Milk has quite the amount of underlying issues— mild anemia, chronic fatigue, and is physically weak. This leads to him getting sick easily, also because this Kingdom is a new environment for him and is a stark contrast to the Spire of Deceit… And well, he’s fallen ill multiple times during this relationship, and yet this time was the worst…

Pure Vanilla had woken up first out of the two, his silky, creamy blonde hair splayed over the pillows. His eyes drifted to the side to the sleeping Shadow Milk clinging to him with his arms around him and a leg draped over his waist. The first thing he noticed was the feverish heat radiating off of him. The second thing he noticed was the fact that his dear jester was absolutely DRENCHED in sweat… He frowned. His heterochromatic, gorgeous light yellow and blue eyes returning back to their idle closed position under those luscious white lashes. The Vanilla monarch sat up, looking back at his lover one last time before retreating to the other room to prepare the usual items he gathers.

Now, when Shadow Milk awoke, he couldn’t think clearly. His vision was hazy, his head pounding, his ears ringing… but most of all, he felt the immense heat. He shuddered, attempting to sit up— he hadn’t heard the Ancient come back into the room, so he was startled when a soft, gentle hand tenderly pressed him back down into the plush covers. His lips parted, trying to make out who it was. The eyes in the shadows of his hair showed extreme discomfort. “W-Wha…?? Can’t… breathe—“ He slurred, one hand clutching the front of his top and pulling the sweat-soaked fabric away from his chest in an attempt to breathe easier.

The monarch tenderly shushed his beloved, remaining soft and reverent with the jester as per usual. He took a seat next to him, the mattress dipping slightly beneath his weight as he placed a cup of hot cocoa onto the beside table along with various other items. Keeping his tone quiet and soft, he remained avoidant of possibly overwhelming his senses due to knowing that the Beast of Deceit was prone to lashing out under stress, and he knew that wouldn’t be good for his fiancé’s fragile state. “Shhhh… I know. Oh, I know, babe. Just let me handle this, okay?…” He murmured, trying to soothe him without needing to use healing magic. He glanced towards their shared wardrobe, briskly pondering whether to get him changed or not.