Personal Duties

5

Mateo starred horror stricken down into Leonan's face, his mind clouded until Aaron's voice broke through, matching one of his thoughts, "This is what you get for saying something like that all of a sudden," His head of curls shaking from side to side lightly as his fingered worked thread through the wound. "I see that now," Mateo muttered slightly childishly, "I wanted it to be dramatic." Aaron scoffed, biting off the remaining thread.

Looking around Aaron spotted Xavier, they always made sure not to step on each others toes, therefore as he strode up Aaron looked to both of them in turn, "His wound will heal but only if we get fluids in him to try and help the blood lose, he is also sickly, therefore if we find his rooms he probably has equipment for situations like this." Taking off his helmet, Xavier nodded reporting on what his men had found.

Mateo stood up and looked at both of them, "Aaron and I will stay and tend to Leonan, Xavier first see if they can locate the young Lords room for medical equipment then take them down to the city. This castle may have been built to keep in warmth, however it is still far too cold for all of our men. Try to kill anyone, yeah?" He grinned kindly at his general before reaching down and carefully picking up the Lord, cradling him in his arms. Since it didn't puncture anything he felt it safe enough to move him somewhere warmer, as he did so Xavier told him where his men had found it already, "That's my man." He chuckled and followed Aaron and a soldier up into the towers.

Upon reaching Leonan's chambers, Mateo rested him down onto his bed that seemed massive in comparison to the king, but 'such was the life of royalty' he casually thought to himself. Stepping back and walking around the large room to distract himself from his worry.

Aaron grabbed the fluids and syringe, unsure of what was in them, however he set up one of the bag softly inserting a needle in to Leonan's arm to keep him hydrated. These movements fell to the background of Mateo's thoughts as he strolled over to the window to gaze out upon the land. He watched as his soldiers worked their way back across the bridge and begin the trek back down into the valley with the city. A hand pressing against his forehead and back through his hair his eyes scanning over the fields and crops over the small houses that seemed like toy blocks from this distance. He leaned his back against the lavish wall, turning his attention back on the pair, his teeth worrying at his knuckle.

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Authors Note: Underlined means I wrote this.