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The news on the dearest sovereign Nahyuta Sahdmadhi Khura'in being bedridden fanned quickly through the realm. Prayers for the ruler's recuperation were offered hoping their benevolent sovereign to return to them.
Her Majesty, Queen Amara made a point to outwit medics for her child. She would have rather not to see him so limp and sickly.
This disease the Prince was surrendering to was obscure, as no one has seen anything like this.
Rumors that the young man was possessed by malicious spirits that attempt to extract him to the Twilight Realm early. Albeit none have been affirmed.
Nahyuta laid weakly on his bed panting. What was causing him to endure to such an extent? "O' Holy Mother, whoever has projected this curse of affliction upon me, show yourself!" hurled the boy. His periwinkle hair spread across the bed freely and his viridian eyes looked up at the ceiling.
"What have I undertaken to endure this torture and anguish, Holy Mother? I have been only dedicated to her kindheartedness..."
Nahyuta gazed at the detailed tattoo that wound its way around his skin. A noticeable symbol gave life to his dad's defiance. Was it his resistance to Ga'ran the explanation of why he became feeble?
Out of nowhere, a crash of a vase laid toward the side of the room. Nahyuta jerked his head rapidly to the sound. Why was no one cleaning all this up? Perhaps they didn't hear-no, it was boisterous enough for anybody around here to overhear it.
Fortunately, for Nahyuta, he was capable of sitting up, in contrast to most sick individuals. Another crash was heard and this time it was the dish of teacups that one of the servants has brought him. "For what reason is thi-Nevermind. Show yourself quickly, whoever you might be!" Ordered Nahyuta sickly.
A figure started to show up. It was a shadowy mist from the outset however I became more visible. The black haze is shaped appropriately to make the highlights of a man.
"So you must be Nahyuta Sahdmadhi," The man said with no hint of feeling. His gray eyes commended his dark locks, tied back in a chaotic ponytail, belying his tragic heart. He was wearing refined clothing befitting his station. His pale arms were undulated with muscle and scars that stuck out.
"Who the hell are you!" Shouted Nahyuta. "Can't say I didn't expect your reaction..." Nahyuta frowned at this man-or creature. "Permit me to present myself. I am Simon Blackquill...or I was at any rate." This was the first time the man has ever encountered a real spirit. It was something you're told about but have never seen.
"S-Simon...Blackquill?" The mysterious man nods and murmurs. "I didn't mean to be the reason for your illness.." Nahyuta grips his sheets.
"So you're the underhanded soul that has made me this way!" Simon's eyes widen and he dismisses. "Indeed, I am not honored of it, however, I don't have a clue how to get back..."
The lilac-haired man bumbles with his fingers a bit before he starts, "Assuming you pledge to leave my palace for eternity, perhaps I can utilize my insight as a monk to return you to the Twilight Realm."
Simon goes to the prince and gives him a little grin. "That would be incredible!"
They both protest quietness for some time not realizing what to do now.
"Hey Evil Spirit, would you say you can physically touch me?" Asks Nahyuta which makes Simon become flushed delicately,
"Don't say it like that and my name is Simon!? To respond to your question, I can."
The man places his hands tenderly on Nahyuta's cheek and the prince grins. "Perfect! You look sufficiently human, so you can assume the part as my servant till we get you back." Simon frowns at him and sighs, "I didn't consent to this..."
Nahyuta smiles and places his hand on the spirits softly. "I merely want to escape this bed, could you do that for me?" Nahyuta shifted his eyes, down. "I guess that isn't a lot; I can do that."
Simon lifts the sovereign up off the bed and hauls him around the room. "You're surprisingly light,"
Laughed Blackquill as Nahyuta places his arms around his neck. "Your next order, Simon, will be to convey me down to the garden. What's more, don't be suspicious about it."
The spirit rolled his eyes and allowed the monk of his room and down the corridor, "I'm not going to permit you to order me around, alright?" Grunts Simon and Nahyuta chuckle, "Whatever you should say."
The thrilled ruler snickering in Simons' arms was shocking to the servants of the royal residence. They haven't seen their beloved smile in many months since the illness.
They disregarded the unfamiliar servant since he satisfied the youthful prince so they couldn't ruin that.