Prince Bere went into a coughing frenzy seconds after they entered his bedchamber. Rían and the others filed into the room and lined up along the furthest wall, watching the rush of servants buzzing around the teenager who either comforted or assisted him through his latest episode. The prince only seemed to find some relief once a large bowl, steaming with some sort of effervescent liquid, was shoved under his face, which stung Rían’s nose as he scented it from across the room. It smelled of eucalyptus and something else, but it seemed to be doing the trick. It took a while, and after a million shaky inhales and painful exhales later, Prince Bere was guided back down to his pillow. In his opinion, the kid’s strained wheezing hadn’t convinced Rían that he was even close to being done with
