Indigo waited. When the prince went to his bedroom, leaving the wineglass behind, she retreated into her room as well. They wrote down the amount and finished the letter.
Should she send it now? Where would Lor be at this time? They didn’t really want to go back to the secret headquarters, last time had been really anxiety inducing. Indigo sighed, folding up the letter. At least by today or tomorrow, they promised herself.
He let out a slow, quiet breath, eyes slowly flickering shut.
Her eyes drifted to the floor tiles. After opening one, leading to the secret compartment underneath, they took out the bag and started counting the vials inside. There were plenty, so if he lived, they could do as Lor said. For now, it was back to waiting.
(Timeskip?)
He eventually fell asleep, laying in his bed with the blankets pulled up around him. It was slightly abnormal behavior for him; he usually didn't go to sleep so fast.
(Ye ye ^^)
(alright, want me to handle it?)
(Uh yeah hehe)
(alright!)
Riven did not wake up in the morning. He wasn't dead, but his breathing was raspy and he was curled in a tight little ball under the blankets, body trembling and jerking every now and again.
Indigo woke up early, probably as a result of sleeping so much during the day. Slowly, thoughts took shape in her mind, and they decided to check on the prince first. Rolling out of bed and putting on their binder, she wandered out of their room.
When she saw him, she thought he was, in fact, dead. But only at first. They inched closer and saw him tremble, and her shoulders sagged in disappointment.
“Prince…?” They asked hesitantly, thinking that she should at least pretend to be somewhat concerned. “Are you awake? Should I call for someone?”
Riven's eyes cracked open, and fixed on them after a long moment. "Yes." was all he said, not bothering to make the effort to say anything else to Indigo, which was different than usual.
“Just a moment, Your Highness.” Indigo left the room, then stopped. Would getting help now increase the chances he would survive? Yes, mostly likely, was the answer they came to, and she paused on this for a while. But, they reasoned, now was the time to keep the fingers from pointing to them. If she waited, it was likely to be found out in some way, and she would be questioned. They’ve poisoned the prince, and whether he lived or died, it was vital to not get caught, even after the act.
She opened the door of his chambers, and looked around for a guard or someone who they could tell.
There was indeed a guard standing outside, though he looked bored and half-asleep, his head leaning against the wall and his gaze fixed vaguely on the hallway. He was fae, or at least appeared to be; when the door opened, he startled awake a little bit, blinking over at Indigo. "Can I help you?"
“Maybe,” Indigo shrugged as her eyes snapped to him. “Um… the prince looks ill. He’s not getting out of bed and his breathing sounded labored. He asked me to get someone.”
He blinked at her, taking in the comment. "Ah. Who are you planning on fetching?" the guard seemed rather stupid, and not at all alarmed by any of this.
Indigo’s mouth formed a thin line. “…. A doctor would be nice,” they said, a little confused and unsure.
He looked around the hallway. "Uh…are you expecting me to fetch one?" he asked slowly, raising his eyebrows. Maybe he was drunk. That could explain the stupidity.
“Well, I certainly don’t know where to fetch one, and you’re the only one here,” Indigo said, getting a little exasperated. The idea that the guard was drunk did cross her mind, and it seemed the most likely, but hey, it didn’t really matter. The more inefficient this whole process was, the better. Still, dealing with stupid people was always a little annoying sometimes.
He blinked at her again, still considering all of this. "Uhm. Alright?" he said slowly, taking a few steps down the hallway, then glancing back at her. "What should I tell the doctor?"
“Tell them that His Highness, Prince Riven, is very ill,” she said, raising their volume a little. “Just go, please.”
He paused for another long moment, then began to move again. He didn't seem to be moving very fast, which, if Indigo had actually cared about what happened to Riven, would be infuriating. Now, it just made it easier to pass the blame onto this guard for not moving fast enoguh.
Indigo sighed deeply. Maybe this what had been going on, that first day when they has snuck to the library. Maybe the guards weren’t there because they were so slow to arrive at their posts.
Once she made sure the guard was on his way, she went back into the chambers and into the prince’s room. “Help is on the way, Your Highness,” they said.
Riven merely gave her a glare, his eyes flickering shut again after a moment. He didn't say anything, just coughed faintly.
Indigo couldn’t help but smirk before leaving the room. Like a good slave would, she went and took a place outside the door, so they would be able to hear when someone was coming.
It took maybe ten, fifteen minutes before the guard finally came back, a doctor in tow. The doctor was clearly older, with faint wrinkles beginning to develop. It took a long time for wrinkles to develop in Fae, so the fact that he had any at all was a testament to his age. "Where is the prince?" he asked her.
Indigo had fallen into a light doze, but woke up at the sound of a voice. Upon seeing the older Fae, they stared for a bit before remembering herself. “Ah, in is bed, sir. Here.”
She got up, and opened the door for him, pointing inside to where the prince should be.
The doctor nodded slightly, going into the room and crouching by the prince's side. He pulled the blankets back so that he could get a better look at the shivering, rasping prince.
Indigo followed, and was tempted to just go into her room. Although, the doctor might ask them to do something, so they just stood near, but out of sight.
Riven looked up at the doctor through bleary, hazy eyes. "Hurts." he mumbled, voice cracking a little bit.
The doctor shushed him softly, gently prying his mouth open to get a look at his tongue and throat.
Should they sneak away and find Lor? Or maybe it was better to keep watching. If she was being honest, this was going faster than Indigo thought it would. Perhaps it would be better to watch what happened, and then update the letter as things happened.
The doctor continued to work on Riven, eventually beginning to grow more and more concerned. The prince's body was still shaking, and he began to convulse, breath wheezing and eyes glazed.