Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160225002526/@comment-17114085-20160323124735

"Ah, I see." Rallaume said. "My father mentioned his talk with the king to me. I know about the spy hunting."

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Duke Horstle was laying in bed, Dowager Queen Callie was sitting at the edge of his bed and placing wet cloth on his head.

"How is he?" Rob asked when he walked in.

His uncle, Eduard, looked up from the chair in which he was sitting. "He's been bedridden for a couple months. The Magister says he won't last much longer."

The young king walked over to his grandfather and reached for his hand, that was pale and frail.

Horstle felt the lad gripping his hand and looked up at him, his eyes looking half asleep. "Edgar?" he asked deliriously as he looked at Rob. "That was a beautiful wedding. Sweet Callie looked like an angel. Where is she?"

Callie placed her hand on her father's arm.

"Melie, where is our little princess?" He asked her, still in a long passed memory.

"She is resting, Horstle. The party wore her out." Callie replied.

"I am tired as well, maybe I should get some rest." The Duke mumbled.

"You should, grandfather." Rob said. After the Duke had fallen asleep, the three of them walked out into the hallway.