Aaron woke up a little later then usual. He felt really sick as well. He grimaced, Oh no…not today… he sighs and calls for his butler.
Brisha, his butler, immediately rushed in and frowned. “Oh dear…you look ill your highness…”
Aaron nods. “I know…please…send work to my friend that I’m not going to be able to come…but please tell her that she’s allowed to come over if she wishes.”
Brisha nods. “Of course…” he rushes off.
Suddenly, a messenger arrives at megs door. “Madam? I am here to inform you about prince Aaron.”
Meg had been helping her mother with some baking so when she answered the door, she still had flour on her. “Yes? Is he alright?” she asked, already concerned just by the fact that someone else had shown up in his place.
The messenger shakes his head. “The prince has fallen ill once again. He wanted me to tell you that he cannot come over to pick you up today. But he has welcomed you to the palace if you desire.”
“I understand. Thank you.” Meg sighed and gave the messenger a nod. "Will you tell Prince Aaron that I would be glad to visit him soon?”
Meg quickly washes off the flour and puts on a clean dress before grabbing her satchel and heading for the palace.
The guards looked at her once she approached the gates. They stepped aside and let her in. Brisha met her just outside the palace doors. “Hello my lady…I am Aarons butler…I’ll escort you to his room if you would like.”
“Thank you, sir.” she smiled politely, relieved that the guards had let her pass without needing to explain herself.
Brisha smiles softly and leads her to Aaron’s room. He opens the doors, revealing a very pale Aaron and a few doctors tending to him. He gently pushes one away and smiles at Meg. “Hey…you came…”
Meg smiles back and walks into the room. “I did.” she confirms as she stands by his bed, trying to stay out of the doctors way.
Aaron smiles softly, looking tired. Eventually, the doctors walk away after giving Aaron a few things. Aaron sighs, propping himself up on his pillow. “How are you and your mother?”
“We’re both fine.” she smiles. “Though my mother nearly fainted when I told her everything.” she giggles.
Aaron laughs softly, sounding out of breath. “Oh? Well then-“ he coughs.
Meg reaches out, putting her hand on his shoulder and sits on the bed next to him. “Easy, easy.” she says in concern. “Just breathe.”
He takes a shaky breath, wheezing.
Brisha grew more and more concerned.
“Are you alright?” she asks, concern still evident in her voice.
He nods, coughing. “Just…having trouble breathing…”
She nods. “Alright. Well, there's no rush. Take your time.” she says softly.
Aaron coughs, wheezing slightly. He eventually caught his breath and he closes his eyes.
“Is this normal for you?” she had to ask.
He nods, “Yes…theres…days where I can hardly breathe at all…”
Meg nods somberly. “I’m sorry.”
He smiles weakly, “It’s alright…don’t worry…” he coughs, pressing a handkerchief to his mouth.
“I am a little worried.” she admits, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
He keeps coughing, it soon becomes heaving. He finally calms down and takes the handkerchief away from his mouth. A good amount of blood stained the once white fabric.
