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▸035/Olivers pov◂
Today seemed to be a more calming day, he wasn't so sure why it seemed this quiet, but he wasn't bothered by it. Oliver had been walking around the palace since he was taking a small break until he heard someone call his name.
The young man had hurried down the hall but not running, he arrived to the big room known as the thrown room, he walked up to the king and bowed to him.
❝ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴊᴇsᴛʏ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴀʏ I ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ? ❞
He asked the king ever so politely to not get judged and not to ruin his title, this was one of the reasons the king saw him as the favorite.
❝sʜᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀ ɢʟᴀss ᴏғ ᴡɪɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ?❞
Oliver stood straight listening to his request. He gave another bow as he then walked away.
The young man came back with a golden tray in one hand with a fancy glass filled with the kings best wine. He walked his way back to the throne and did a small bow holding the tray out to the king.
The king grabbed the glass with a 'thank you' in return.
Oliver stood beside the king just having a small talk with him as they shared a few laughs.
The king placed the empty glass on the tray Oliver held as he shoo him to put it away.
Oliver went back to the kitchen to put the tray with the glass back on the counter so the maids could deal with it.
As he turned to leave he bumped into another servant that had lived here, both apologized and went there ways. As oliver came back to the throne the king had looked at him.
❝ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ᴀ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ?❞
Oliver tilted his head waiting for the kings request.
❝sᴇɴᴅ ᴀ ʟᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟʟ ᴄɪᴛɪᴢᴇɴs ɪɴ ᴀʟᴀɢᴀᴅᴅᴀ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʀᴏʏᴀʟ ʙᴀʟʟᴇᴛ ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ❞
He stood straight again and stepped forward as he grabbed the the roll from the king, he nodded and turned on his heels as he headed to the front doors.
▸049/ᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜs ᴘᴏᴠ ◂
The now grown doctor had been working all day and night endlessly on sickened people.
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