Tita was the crown prince. He was 14 and you were 13, despite this you still acted more mature than him. After falling ill due to the cold, Tita constantly attempted at making healing potions for you. However they would always turn out dreadful.

“Mmmphh pleaseeeee???” He pouted as he climbed onto my bed and leaned closer.

“Please please pleaseeee?? Drink the potionnn!!” He frowned as he sat on ur bed leaning closer and closer.