In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
To always be by your side, in sickness and health.
Melinda got sick pretty often. By sick, I meant allergies, runny noses, coughs, and the works. Most of the time she pulled through with those symptoms, very rarely, she remained bedridden and unable to progress through her day as usual.
I constantly used to joke that if a baby sneezed beside her, she'd catch it instantly—as a result, I'd call her big baby. Either because she was as fragile enough to get sick like one, or when she was overwhelmed with emotion, she would break down and cry all over my chest.
I didn't mind it. How comfortable she was to allow herself to be so vulnerable with me. I too felt that same security when I was enveloped in her arms.
Melinda was my safe haven. Always has been, even in this world nothing has changed. Her presence, her embrace.
And her immune system.
I was very much worried. This world was nothing like the one we had left. Sometimes even a simple cold could send the strongest into an early grave; granted, Melinda had developed medicines to combat illnesses that would cause such a harsh reaction, but who's to say that whatever was causing her to be ill would show her any mercy?
Impulsively, after receiving the notice that she was not feeling well, I immediately wanted to make my way to the Plarinu estate to see her for myself and comfort her as I have always done for her. But my butler warned me against it, saying that no one was allowed at Skellace until they had better control of what was happening to her.
I waited patiently for what seemed like weeks but really was about four days before I really got to see her again. I felt as if many burdens has been placed against all at the same exact moment.
Elisavbeti was pregnant with my brother's child, my brother still hadn't found anything of substance pertaining to his true father's murder at the battlefront, and now Melinda had fallen ill. Something like this probably would've been too much for a regular twelve-year-old, but for me, a fully-developed man mentally trapped inside this body, I still found difficulty wrapping my head around the whole ordeal without a bustling headache cracking through my head.
It felt like lightning was constantly zapping me forcing my body into a stillness that I could not explain; it didn't feel normal in the slightest.
"Would you like another cup of tea, your Highness?" I looked up from my desk where Betti was holding a teapot of some of the herbal drinks that I had already earlier. From the side of my view, I did note that the tea I was in process of drinking was still halfway filled and cold.
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I frowned, "Betti... you should be resting and not on your feet much." I reminded her.
Elisavbeti was still very early along the way to be showing. I do recall Melinda telling me that women's pregnancy lasted a lot longer in this world than on Earth; eleven months if I was not mistaken, as a result, it took far longer for a woman's body to give way to a growing stomach especially if this was one's first pregnancy.
