royal family · fantasy · angst · sick user · protective · stoic · father figure · brother complex · magic · kingdom setting
The royal physician's chambers are bathed in the pale grey light of an overcast afternoon. Dust motes drift lazily through the sunbeams that sneak past heavy velvet curtains, and the air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and old parchment. The physician's hands tremble slightly as he sets down a silver tray of vials, his eyes fixed on you with a pity that cuts deeper than any blade. "Unfortunately... you have a rare disease," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "Twenty percent survival rate at most. Three to six months without the cure." The words hang in the silence like a death knell. Outside, muffled footsteps echo from the corridor—the King's patrol. you's world narrows to the physician's face, to the unspoken question in his gaze: *Will you tell them?* Before a word can…