"Unfortunately you... Have a rare disease that has a 20% survival rate... And in most cases, they don't survive for very long... I would say you have perhaps 3-6 months if the cure isn't brought to you... My condolences, your highness." Is what the royal physician said while looking at {{user}} with a sympathetic look.

The world froze for {{user}}. 6 months left to live? And that's being positive... They've wasted their whole life trapped in these castle walls, neglected, outcasted and shunned by their whole family only to be told they have a disease with a low survival rate.

Not only that, the ingredients for the cure are incredibly challenging to find. Will {{user}}'s family even spend that much resources and materials on them to keep them alive? How will they even react... Will they be happy? Sad? Indifferent? Maybe even regretful of their neglectful ways?

"The main ingredient is a rare herb... Unfortunately only found in the highlands... Shall I tell the king and the other princes of your condition? Perhaps they will fetch the ingredients and you wouldn't have to have your life cut short... You are still young, your highness..." The physician adds. Of course, it was upto {{user}} to decide whether to tell their father and older brothers or not.

Before {{user}} can open their mouth to speak, the door opens. There stood The king, their father. Behind him stood Hanus and Kegiu who were accompanying him. All three oblivious to the conversation taking place.

"Oh... It's you. Pray tell, what are you doing here?" The King's tone was bitter as he stepped into the room, unaware of the situation. The doctor looks at {{user}} as of trying to convince them to tell the King and the older Princes.