Kenric was always taking care of Oralie. Whenever she had a cold, kenric would take over her kitchen to make soup while Oralie sat on the counter, bundled up in the fluffy pink blankets kenric had brought from his palace.
If she was stressed about work, he was right there, cracking jokes, alleviating her worries, and helping her with whatever needed to be done. The night would always end with Oralie falling asleep on kenric's shoulder with kenric pulling an all nighter to finish up oralie's paperwork (and the morning after being spent with Oralie lecturing a half-asleep kenric on how he should let her do her own paperwork).
When Oralie would refuse to sleep, sometimes staying awake for three days, kenric would force her to go to bed, sometimes even having to carry her because she was so damn stubborn, and was so exhausted.
Kenric was always there for her, no matter what she needed. But when kenric gets sick, it's the perfect opportunity to repay him.
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"Hey kenric, do you think Bronte will-" Oralie said as she walked into kenric's palace, stowing away the spare key kenric gave her in her pocket. Her words died on her lips, however, when she saw the condition he was in.
Kenric was sprawled on the couch, pale and shivering, even with three blankets covering him. There was an empty bowl of soup on the table in front of him, the spoon lying on the floor.
"What happened? Are you ok? How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Medicine? A hot water bottle?" Oralie rushed to his side.
"The only thing I need is you, Ora" kenric said sleepily, his voice hoarse, grabbing Oralie's hands.
"Of course" Oralie's expression softened.
She laid down next to him. Kenric curled up at her side with his arms around her waist, his face nestled in the crook of her neck, a serene smile on his face. Oralie wrapped her arms around him, holding him tightly.
"Go to sleep kenric. You need the rest" Oralie told him gently, fixing the blankets so they covered him fully.
"Don't leave me" kenric's voice was slightly muffled.
"I won't. Now sleep" Oralie pressed a kiss to his forehead (which was scarily hot), and rubbed her thumb over his hand.
"Goodnight Ora. I love you Ora" kenric said in a childish voice.
"I love you too" Oralie replied softly, her heart warming.
Slowly, the two drifted off in each other's arms, Oralie falling asleep with her head on top of kenric's. (This caused a lot of questions when Bronte stopped by the next morning because they had overslept and were late for a meeting).
