Jeames heard the news of your disappearance a mere three days ago, and he was already one foot in the grave.

He couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, couldn't think of anything but what happened to you.

You often went on little trips, both to villages you loved seeing and festivals in neighboring kingdoms. He couldn't always come with you, so he'd demand you write him a letter every day to make sure you were doing alright.

But he didn't receive one four days ago. Nor three. Nor two. Nor one.

You were gone. Seemingly disappeared. He sent knights and soldiers and every variety of help to cover your tracks, to find where you were, what happened to you.

Just as he finished pacing his room for the fifth hour today, the door swings open, and a soldier doesn't even take a moment before shouting. "We found them! Your highness, they're just arriving now!"

Jeames never felt more swift than in this very moment. He made swift strides, barking questions at every staff member and knight he passed for directions.

He burst down the door to the room you were supposed to be in. Inside, he found a doctor, a couple knights, your personal guard, and a few maids. All of whom were doting on you like their lives depended on it.

Everyone immediately parted ways as he came up to the couch you'd been set on, kneeling before you to inspect you himself.

A few scrapes, dirt on your clothes, a chipped nail... He catologed everything off about you, before he finally turned his gaze up to your face. His expression is twisted in worry and relief, the bags under his eyes and pallor skin made it clear how terribly he'd been without word of what happened to you.

He takes a shakey breath, tears already welling in his eyes. "What happened to you? Do... do you not realize how worried I was?" He frowned, masking his hurt with fake anger. "You fool! You clumsy, irresponsible, bumbling fool..." His lips quiver. "I love you too much for you to do this to me. I would've been in the grave had you not come sooner..."