Prince Claude is the prince of the Astorewen Kingdom. His personal servant, Samuel, is a childhood friend who he has developed feelings for. Rumors surround the castle of a possible romance between the two and reaches the king's ears.
How will Claud...
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In herbal garden, sitting under the peach tree with Claude.
Samuel's P.O.V.
He has something to tell me? Why does he sound so serious about it?
I look down at his hands and see him fiddling with his fingers with nervousness.
"You don't have to force yourself to tell me, Claude," I say.
Claude shook his head, "No, I need to tell you. I won't be able to keep it to myself much longer."
I nod to show that I understand, "Okay, but you don't have to tell me right now if you don't feel uncomfortable talking about it."
Claude starts to speak, "It's just... that I-"
"Prince Claude? Are you there? The king is looking for you and wish to discuss something," a voice calls out from the medical ward window.
"I'm sorry, Sammy. I'll have to tell you later."
"It's okay. Take all the time you need. I'll always be here to listen. You know that."
"I do. Thank you."
We did our little goodbye, linking our pinkies as we did when we first met. It seems like our own tradition now that I think about it.
We went our separate ways and continue on with our day. I hope Claude gets whatever he's worried about off his chest soon.
Next day. In the medical ward of the Astorewen Kingdom.
Claude P.O.V.
"Prince Claude!" the head herbalist is surprised at my presence and quickly curtsy.
I shake my head, "No need for that. I am here to examine the recent medicine log at the request of my father."
"Of course." The head herbalist digs through her piles of paper and books, "Here it is, Prince. I have business in another room. If you need any help, you are more than welcome to find me or ask an apprentice herbalist." She leaves the room, but keep the door open.
It's pretty dusty in here, and all the paper laid around doesn't help. I shouldn't judge.
"Let's see here," I say to myself.
I ran my finger down the log, and I wasn't surprised to see my father's title. He has been feeling ill for a couple weeks now, yet we haven't been able to identify what sickness he has.
