Sickly Sweet

Reuniting

"Lochlan, meet King Sweete II."

His eyes widened.

"Uh, you're dead."

"That's what I thought...."

Sophie stared sadly into his eyes, forcing a small smile.

"It's good to see you again, Lochlan."

He looked at his toes.

"Listen, I'm sorry. They - they kidnapped me! The King led me back to the castle and his wife trapped me in the lab, transforming me into.... This. How did you even recognize me?"

"I could never mistake your voice. Why would they do that to you?"

"They want me to replace Lana. Princess Sophie."

The man in the corner cleared his throat and stepped into the light. Holding out a pale hand, he grinned at Lochlan. The young boy reluctantly shook hands.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he boomed.

"Uh, yeah."

"Lochlan, the past King was just telling me about how Martek killed Cara. Remember what I told you?"

"Hmm? Mmhmm," he mumbled, as if in a daze.

"Are you alright?"

The world tinged with red, and Sophie duplicated.

"My.... Ankle...."

"Lochlan!"

He slumped to the ground, unconscious.

"King! We need a nurse! Quick!"

"Oh, hush. He will be fine. Now, what were we saying before Bochfan interrupted us?"

Her eyes blazed.

"His name is Lochlan, and he is NOT FINE!"

Stepping closer to the older man, she set her jaw.

"Get. Me. A. Nurse."

Rolling his eyes, he took a step back.

"Fine, but I can't promise the royal staff will treat an intruder's wounds."

"Intruder?"

He looked at her curiously.

"How else do you think he got in?"

She tripped over her words.

"B-but why wo-ould he go to all that t-trouble?"

Biting her lip, she looked away.

"Not for me..."

Facing the King with a grim state, she smiled wickedly.

"This boy came in here needing something, and you're going to get it for him. Grab some medical supplies, repair whatever wounds he acquired, and ask him what he needs. Then get it."

"Why should I?"

She took a deep breath.

"Because, if not, I will make my first order as Princess. And have you hung."

His eyes widened and he nodded, racing out of the room. Sophie smiled.

"That's more like it."

~*~

Fifteen minutes later, Sophie and King Sweete II were busily treating his injuries. They had cleaned out the bullet wound, put a cream on it, and bandaged it.

Now Sophie was laughing as she watched the King massage Lochlan's twisted ankle.

"Enjoying yourself?" he asked gruffly.

She paused in her laughter.

"Yes. But I think that now we should take care of that hand."

He nodded gratefully and stood, stretching out his back.

"I believe that we're supposed to put... This on there?"

Holding a bottle of medical alcohol, he eyed it skeptically.

Stifling a giggle, Sophie nodded.

"Yeah, my mom used to put this on my cuts. I remember it burned."

"Then maybe this'll wake him up so I don't have to," he muttered bitterly.

"Hey!" Sophie barked. "I'm sparing your life, aren't I?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not even sure you have the power to execute orders yet. So be grateful I'm not making you do all of this."

She blushed.

Gingerly holding out the bottle, King Sweete II poured a few drops onto the mangled cut. Immediately, Lochlan's eyes shot open and he screamed in agony.

"It burns!" he screeched, breathing heavily.

Sophie looked at him with kind eyes.

"I know, I know. But trust me. You need this."

Whimpering, he nodded and bit his lip as more alcohol was squeezed out onto the slash.

"Ah...."

Swallowing hard, he mustered a smile.

"It's.. Ah... Better now," he mumbled, laying his head on the granite floor.

Sophie nodded and brushed back his hair, staring into his abyssal green-and-blue flecked eyes. Leaning in, she planted a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Good. You heal up while King and I discuss matters."

A small glow spread across his face and he grinned dreamily.

"Okay."

Wrapping his hand in a thick gauze, she stepped away and let out a deep sigh.

"I'll be back a bit later, Lochlan. We're going to go into the meeting room, connected to this one. Bye."

"Goodbye," he mumbled happily. "I love you."

Sophie froze in her tracks.

Rushing back to him and leaning down, she hurriedly whispered,"What? What do you mean? Lochlan?!"

But he was fast asleep.

(A/N)

Something short. :) I may update later on today.

Love,

Jules <3