Falling in Love with the Sickly Young Master

Roland was born prematurely and as such, had to be catered for with extreme carefulness. He birth was considered a blessing to the kingdom as for it marked the dawn of a peace pact that brought an end to years of relentless war. His parents especially his father doted on him and gave him anything he wanted. He wasn't as healthy as any child his age would be, but was sick on a regular basis.The ailment of the young prince greatly disturbed the King as he searched the entire kingdom for a remedy to cure him. All physicians from far and near came and went, seers, prophets name it, but nothing worked. While kids his age were building sand castles and playing, he was confined to his sick bed. As the years passed, his health kept deteriorating day by day. His childhood was lost confined to his sick bed. It wasn't until his 21st birthday that he made his first walk. Roland took one trembling step. His legs gave way. He fell. For several seconds, he remained on the floor, breathing heavily. Then he pushed himself up again. One step. Another. Another. He fell again. But he got up. He walked and fell but kept standing up. His mother, the Queen coming to deliver his slice of the cake walked in on this scene and was marveled. She went to his side hugging him and alerting the whole palace. The king came in, hugged his son and patted him on the back. He promised to throw a banquet to commemorate his first walk but Roland kicked against it. "I want to find true love, Father. No one will want me in this state." he said. "Nonsense!" The king said, "Who wouldn't want a prince, especially now that you can walk?" "You see father, that's what I meant. No one will want me but once they hear I can walk, they'll come, not for love but for the money." Roland said. "Hmmmmmm, " The King said contemplating. "You are right son. But nevertheless I will throw a family banquet to celebrate your first step." The king said with a tone of finality." [sigh] Okay father." Roland said laying on the bed with a soft thud. Roland closed his eye falling into a deep sleep while the king started preparing for the banquet. Night soon fell and the once quiet palace became lively. Family members of the royal palace from far and near came. The banquet started and Roland was wheeled down. The King rose tapping on his glass to get everyone's attention while raising a toast, "To my youngest son on walking for the first time." Everyone stood up. Some family members genuinely smiled. Others raised their glasses because etiquette demands it. Some whispered to each other while pretending to celebrate. Someone knelt beside Roland and congratulates him without actually caring. Laughter and cheers soon swept across the room as everyone was engrossed in a topic of their own. They celebrated his achievement but not the efforts he put in to walk. [sigh].