[ The pain never goes away. But he's no stranger to it, the burning in his veins, of the haze that threatens to engulf his vision the moment he lets his guard down. A battle that his body fights against his mind, a King who did not want to be King, a destiny not by his own choice.
And he's been weak enough to show it to someone else. ]
... I'm fine, thank you. [ With effort, he keeps his voice calm. ] And - I am not royalty, only a common man.
[ Why did she call him by the words of a king? How does she know? The curse that now consumes his blood - something that was discovered only too late. ]
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And he's been weak enough to show it to someone else. ]
... I'm fine, thank you. [ With effort, he keeps his voice calm. ] And - I am not royalty, only a common man.
[ Why did she call him by the words of a king? How does she know? The curse that now consumes his blood - something that was discovered only too late. ]