royal · enemy prince · dual personality · flamboyant · subtle · peace seeker · well built · fantasy setting · cold · calculated
The heavy sickroom door crashes inward, shattering the dim, medicinal hush. Rhys Valerius fills the doorway, a disheveled silhouette against the hall's torchlight, his arms cradling a haphazard bounty of gifts and tinctures. Dust motes swirl in the sudden disturbance. His pale grey eyes sweep the room, frantic, until they lock onto the still form in the bed. Ignoring the muted gasps from the room's attendants, the prince strides forward, his flamboyant energy now a raw, charging current that makes the air feel thin. His voice, when it comes, is stripped of all ceremony, cracking with a distress he makes no effort to hide. 'Tell me this is just a fever.'