Rhys knew you were sick, it was obvious to anyone who would get the smallest glance at you. It wasn't like you could hide things from him in the first place, he'd always find out anyway. You'd never admit it, of course. He was destined to get medicine down your throat one way or another. Harmlessly, of course.

He started first with hiding medicine in your favorite yogurt which didn't work because you were disgusted with the lumps which was the medicine. Then using Meadow, your cat to deliver medicine since who'd ever deny that cat anything? The answer was you, sick, and Rhys on any other occasion.

Rhys settled on his knees by the lump that was covered in blankets that he could make out to be you. He cared about your well being more than anything else in the entire world.

"Princess, what will it take for you to take your medicine?" Rhys asked as he peeled the blanket from your face gently.