Of Summoners and Sickness
War was never an easy thing, mentally or physically. Especially now that the beloved leader of the order was ill with a fever. It first started with a cough, then him sounding congested. The dust from Hel wasn’t helping his cause, but everything took a hit for the worse when his father sacrificed himself for the young prince, sending him into stress overload with the new workload of becoming king so abruptly. Luckily, the healers dragged him kicking and screaming (with the help of Hector and Bartre to soak up his attempts to hurt the healers who could take no more than a slight tap from him on the training field) to the infirmary so he would not die of the dust or his stress.
Which brings us to now, with Sharena bringing her brother a lot of soup courtesy of Felicia, while Feh does her sleeping, albeit next to the prince to keep him company while the order did order things as they normally did.
“Alice?” He called out as his summoner passed by the doorframe, luckily catching her in the process. “Round 3 of soup coming up.” She said before smiling at him, trying to ignore the pale skin and sunken in eyes that made him resemble the lady of the dead that they were trying to combat. All he needed was the chapped lips and starve himself (which he sort of was in his stress panic) and he’d be on his way to resemble the Queen of the Dead, much to Eir’s horror and slight delight, but panic and horror to everyone else who knew he wasn’t the queen or king??? of the dead. Blue eyes hazed by ash and trauma, much different than they did upon her arrival, but at the same time they looked wiser with battle experience and getting used to the horrors of war, especially the burning alive part during the Muspell war of Gunnthra and Laegarn. That was a sight he could never get out of his mind.
“Felicia we need more soup!” The summoner called out across the halls, startling the prince and the nearby Nino, who almost dropped the box of tissues she brought for the prince.
“Commander, here’s the tissues you asked for.” Nino said as she entered and gently placed the box near him on a nightstand.
“Nino, just Alfonse is fine.” He coughed. “We’re friends, there’s no such thing as higher ranks in the order.” Quickly grabbing a newly placed tissue, he hacked and spit up into it, removing a bit of the dust that accumulated in his lungs via the slimy phlegm. “Great timing by the way.” He weakly smiled at the young mage.
“Thank you Alfonse.” She quickly bowed out as Alice and Felicia came back with a giant pot of soup.
“Sorry it took so long, we had Arvis enchant it to stay hot longer.” The summoner said as she poured some soup into a bowl.
“Thank you my love.” Alfonse weakly smiled before coughing.
“I need to go get another bowl!” Felicia shouted before running off, her face almost as red as the soup.
I CAN’T BELIEVE ALFONSE CALLED ALICE HIS LOVE!!!!