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You should have known something was wrong when you found your husband Maekar, in bed on a random Tuesday. So early in the week, red faced and flustered. And at first, you thought you'd burst in on him touching himself. By the way that he'd dragged up the beige quilt. He ignores you as if you aren't there. Like most mornings, you have to be the chirpy one, and pull the curtains open.
"Are you okay?" You ask.
Lucienne is helping you with the Baratheon renovation. Lyonel has you back and forth with construction workers for every new change.
"Can't a Prince stay in?" When he rubs his nose, it instantly flares up. A cough ensues from his mouth, but it's clear he's trying to swallow it down. You walk up, sitting on his side of the bed. You put your palm against his forehead.
"Mae, you're burning up!" You immediately get out your phone.
"Don't you dare call the...." He warns you.
"Hello Dr Soames? Yes please we'll need you now" You end the call.
Your husband has the flu and a gastrointestinal flare up. "I'll ping Ramona to get him fluids around the clock" The Dr nods. "It's nothing that a few days in bed won't fix!"
You thank the doctor, he leaves. You sit on the other side of the bed.
"I'll do it. Ramona is head of house. I can look after you for...…"
"I don't need looking after, I'm not a bloody child!" The bubbles of flatulence can be heard from the bedsheets and you have to pretend that you haven't heard it. "I've set things in place. Someone else will take over as front of house, Ramona is a former nurse. It's a no brainer" Maekar tells you.
"Well, I'll just get you, jugs of water. Do you want them lukewarm?" You ask.
"Are you deaf? Ramona will deal with it. Just go to work. Pretend I'm not here!" reaches for a box of tissues on the drawer. "Move to Foxen wing. Give me space!" He flicks through Netflix, eyes focused on the screen.
"Would you like an-"
"No!" Maekar ends your sentence.
And as you walk out, Ramona rolls by you with a large tray of water and steaming juice.
"We all know that Maekar is a very proud man" Lucienne starts measuring chairs. "He probably doesn't want you to catch anything"
"But it's okay for Ramona to tend to him?" You're looking at paint samples. "If I didn't offer to help when he's sick, he would rant to everyone that I'm a shitty wife. Now I'm offering and he loves pushing me away!"
"Well baby, enjoying being pushed away!" Clown spins around on chair. "You know what I mean!" She flicks out her tongue with a glint in her eyes.
"Who invited her?" You turn to Lucienne.
"You know Clown, my dear, she just pops up!" Lucienne spins around to talk a call from Dream.
Clown tells you the plan. It's a risky idea. But living with Maekar full time is a risk. So there's no harm in you going to find one of the most hottest members of your protection staff. He's called Lancelot. Six Foot Two. Tanned. Shockingly handsome with shoulder length hair. You meet him on a palace garden bench, and pass him his favourite type of sandwich.
"Good Afternoon Lance!" You say brightly.
"Bribery with sandwiches? Everything alright My Lady?" He bows slightly.
Yes, but I need you to tell a little grey lie to the Prince" You suck on your Capri Sun.
Lancelot stares at you intrigued. "Well my lady, there's a first time for everything!"