''Some women fear the fire, some women simply become it.''
Evellíne embarks on a journey with her parents to England, as a request of Queen Judith and her son, King Alfred. They barely met and the connection between them is so strong that in a blin...
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And then, chaos has been established.
First of all, they were all terrified that the wine was poisoned.
It took a long time to calm the mood and realize that only the King was sick, everybody wondering what the hell just happened. "What's going on?" & "the King is dead?" at this point, were the most heard sentences in the hall.
Hastily, Alfred was taken to his chambers, and immediately the Royal Healer took care of him and soon concluded with all certainty that he had not been poisoned.
Eve was paralyzed, and even after knowing that his life wasn't in risk, the fear still dominated her. She waited outside, trembling, and being eaten alive by anxiety.
Suddenly the door opened, and without waiting to hear her name be called, the girl rushed in, bumping into the pieces of furniture until she reached the King.
Alfred was lying in his bed, with not very good appearance; extremely pale, feverish, and his expression was of intense pain. Upon seeing her approach, he sketched a crooked smile, extending one of his trembling hands to his bride.
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"How are you feeling, my love?" It sounded cliché when it was said, but love was the only word that crossed her mind in that particular moment.
"Honestly, I've been feeling a little indisposed since morning. But everything worsened as dinner and drink were panning effect. But don't worry, I've had stomach ache ever since I can remember... Tomorrow I'll be fine, and ready for the ceremony."
It was morning. He had spent a whole night and dawn unawaked, was as hot as the fire of so much fever, his robes were soaked with so much sweat, but still, he denied his pain to not worry her.
"What's the problem?" She asked the healer.
"Well... Probably the stomach or intestine... Who knows? Maybe both. There is no way to examine or know for sure, but it is in this area..." he pointed to Alfred's belly, demonstrating the places of his complaints of pain "here's where everything occurs."
"But... there's no cure? How long is he going to be like this? What if it gets worse? What if..." she panicked.
"You're more desperate than his own mother..." Judith was in the corner, kneeling at a crucifix. She prayed with such impetus that the girl chose not to interrupt her. "Look... I've seen him in this state four, five times before. It's something that comes and goes. With a few days rest and with the right herbs, you'll soon be well enough." Said, as he headed to the door. Before leaving, he wished the young man well.
"Calm down" Alfred's soft voice was almost a whisper.
