The Sovereign and The Sorcerer (Larry Stylinson - L.S.)

Chapter 10

A long one and quote the important one i suppose. Anyways happy reading! :D
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The supper passed with polite talk and overlooked idiosyncrasies. Perhaps the Royals were used to each other's behaviour, but Louis' ever keen sense of awareness picked them up nonetheless.

Lady Rabekah sat anxiously throughout the evening, fiddling with her cutlery, eyes darting at smallest of noises, wincing whenever Lord Frederick spoke.

Lord Marcus showed a bit of interest in Louis' upbringing, prodding without being rude, merely curious.

He had noticed how acutely interested Lord Frederick had been in the complete exchange. He came off as a dull person, mundane in the way he inserted himself in conversations. Louis knew it was a front, Lord Frederick didn't want to draw attention to himself.

He could be over-analysing, there might not be something to look here but he had still kept note of everyone's behaviour.

"Sorcerer, would you kindly accompany us?" The King had asked once others had retired to their quarters.

Louis walked along the Sovereigns, not questioning where. He had a vague idea. The hallway was the residence for the King and the Queen, portraits of previous monarchs lining either side of the walls.

"My son tells me you figured out the reason why we wanted to here," the King said," He speaks highly of your intelligence."

Beside him Harry cleared his throat, avoiding his eyes when Louis smiled at him.

"I hope I can stand up to the notion he has painted."

Two guards were stationed outside the Queen's room, a handmaiden looking to her needs. Louis held in his gasp at the Queen's appearance, she was frail beyond her years, complexion greying, she was withering away with the days.

"Is it too late for anything to be done?" Princess Gemma asked, her tone resigned to accept the worse.

He looked for Harry, frowning when he saw the Prince staying behind the door, his posture stiff, as if it ached for him to be there.

"No," he answered to the Princess, "Her Majesty's condition wouldn't improve in a day or two, but I will do whatever I can. I ask for patience on your behalf and a full transparency to any questions I have in regard to the Queen's treatment."

"We can give you that," the King assured, "Whatever you need."

Louis nodded, "Who sees to her treatment and care?"

"Her handmaiden," Princess Gemma replied.

"Why not a Sorcerer?"

"Sorcerer Ayana comes once a week to deliver potions and check on her health, but there hasn't been a change."

"May I request something, Your Majesty?" He addressed the King.

"Anything."

"I would like to talk to the Queen's handmaiden, alone," he expected to be declined, but he had to try. The handmaiden might not tell the complete truth in the presence of the Royals, scared of their judgement.

"Would we be told the reason for it?"

"Only after I have talked to her," he stood his ground, if they expected him to treat the Queen who was barely clinging to life, he would do it on his own terms.