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TickingTimebomb
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The older woman arched both eyebrows, placing her pudgy hands gently on her large hips. "It's not poison, dearie," she replied softly. The term wasn't used endearingly, but rather perfunctorily; she spoke to everyone that way, which was what made her fairly successful as a nurse. She didn't particularly care for Acaedians - she had never been to battle but had heard horror stories and had lost several acquaintances because of the war - but that was simply the way she spoke, regardless of the subject. Besides, she was used to responding to anger with gentleness and good humor: she had cared for Xavier when he was much younger, and he had certainly been a little ball of fire. Peter was a walk in the park compared to that.
Her eyebrows furrowed, however, when the brunette insulted her queen. "Now I'll have none of that," she responded, more firmly than before, wagging a finger in the boy's direction. "The queen has done nothing to you. Not yet, at any rate. But I would advise against speaking that way in Her Highness' presence." She could only imagine how that would go over, though she likely wouldn't be around to witness it. "But very well. If you do not want to eat, then you can just remain weak as you are now. Come." With that, she snapped her fingers, and the two guards still in the room moved over to Peter, grabbing him and forcing him off the bed. "Take you to her, indeed," the woman murmured as the four of them made their way out of the room and down the hallway.
A few minutes later, Peter was being tossed rather carelessly into the throne room - whether he was strong enough to remain standing or fell to the floor was for him to find out. Queen Aligale was still sitting there, albeit in a different outfit from before; she did enjoy fashion, like most queens of the day. The two guards remained by the prince's side, while the nurse hurried off. "I see you're feeling better," the queen said, more than a hint of sarcasm apparent in her voice. There were significantly more guards there than there had been before when Xavier had first returned with him earlier that day. They stood around the perimeter of the room, and it was fairly obvious they were there to protect the queen in case the Acaedian decided to try anything. "I assume by now you are aware of why you have been brought here?"
Her eyebrows furrowed, however, when the brunette insulted her queen. "Now I'll have none of that," she responded, more firmly than before, wagging a finger in the boy's direction. "The queen has done nothing to you. Not yet, at any rate. But I would advise against speaking that way in Her Highness' presence." She could only imagine how that would go over, though she likely wouldn't be around to witness it. "But very well. If you do not want to eat, then you can just remain weak as you are now. Come." With that, she snapped her fingers, and the two guards still in the room moved over to Peter, grabbing him and forcing him off the bed. "Take you to her, indeed," the woman murmured as the four of them made their way out of the room and down the hallway.
A few minutes later, Peter was being tossed rather carelessly into the throne room - whether he was strong enough to remain standing or fell to the floor was for him to find out. Queen Aligale was still sitting there, albeit in a different outfit from before; she did enjoy fashion, like most queens of the day. The two guards remained by the prince's side, while the nurse hurried off. "I see you're feeling better," the queen said, more than a hint of sarcasm apparent in her voice. There were significantly more guards there than there had been before when Xavier had first returned with him earlier that day. They stood around the perimeter of the room, and it was fairly obvious they were there to protect the queen in case the Acaedian decided to try anything. "I assume by now you are aware of why you have been brought here?"