After Reyland was done narrating the events with Marian, Dax was grey-faced.
“I –” Dax breathed and stopped.
His pulse was racing, too fast.
His temperature had gone up, and his hands were shaking.
Reyland gazed at his father in alarm.
“Dad!” Reyland exclaimed shakily.
“Water, Rey. Water!” Dax gasped, his chiseled face twisting.
Reyland rushed to the kitchen and returned with two large bottles of water.
As he approached the sitting area, Doctor Byron walked into his home.
“Doctor!” Reyland gasped, pausing his long strides to his father’s side.
“My prince,” Byron greeted him calmly, “it seems we meet often these days.”
Reyland smiled hesitantly, recalling how he had most recently met the doctor when he treated Marian after his father broke her body three days earlier.
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