Padding through the long corridor of the palace, a knight ran up to the queen and princess Lamia; panting.
"Y– Your highness..." He coughed.
"What is wrong, Sir Kevin?"
"The– The king... He– he is unwell".
Petra quirked her brows, glancing at Lamia. She then looked back at the knight, "Let us go".
Pacing to the royal chambers upstairs, Petra strode in first, sighting her coughing husband lying on their bed.
"My king!" She rushed to him, holding his hands as she squatted by his side.
"My king, are you okay?"
Amos coughed out harshly, covering his mouth with his fist. He grimaced, "I think not, my love. But–" The specialist then walked in.
"But I think I will get better. Probably the weather", he completed, coughing out deeply. Petra was about to speak, but the specialist interrupte
