Prince Edvard of Denmark, often called Eddie, woke up early in the morning. His young wife, Paige, was still sound asleep on the left side of the bed. Eddie smiled and kissed Paige's cheek, and then edged his way out of bed, in effort not to wake Paige up. As Eddie slipped on his shirt, he could feel his hand go numb. After a few tense seconds, he was finally able to put his shirt on. As he was fastening the last few buttons of his shirt, Paige came from behind him and finished off the buttons.
"Morning." said Paige.
"I didn't mean to wake you." said Eddie.
"Our first press conference together, as husband and wife. The future Royals of Denmark." sighed Eddie.
"Are you nervous?" asked Paige.
"It's all right. I was only resting my eyes. I couldn't sleep a wink."
"No. Not when I'm with you."
Paige smiled and kissed Eddie's cheek. She went to the bathroom to change into her clothes. Eddie could suddenly feel the numbness in his hand turn to pain. Then, his other hand began to experience the same pain. Carefully, he tried to massage them, in hopes that it would help the pain. Paige came back into the room and could see Eddie massaging his hands.
"What's wrong?" Asked Paige.
"N-Nothing. My hands hurt. I'm sure it's the weather. It's quite cold today."
"Eddie, I'm a med-grad. Just let me check on you-"
"It's fine, darling. I promise."
Eddie gave Paige a kiss and left the room, with Paige close behind. They soon met up with King Haraald and Queen Roslaind, Eddie's parents and the current King and Queen of Denmark. Eddie gave them each a kiss on the cheek as a greeting.
"Are you two ready for this?" Asked Rosalind.
Eddie smiled and Paige took his hand. They both nodded as a response. Haraald could see that Eddie was beginning to turn pale.
"Edvard, are you all right?" Asked Haraald.
"I'm fine, Father. I'm only tired." said Eddie.
"Your whole body has gone pale." said Haraald, pressing his hand to Eddie's forehead. "You're burning up."
"So, I'm a bit under-the-weather. It's nothing to be worried about." said Eddie, shrugging his shoulders.
Eddie offered his arm and Paige took it, and they stepped onto the balcony.
"He's sick." said Haraald.
"It's nothing to worry about, Haraald. It's only a cold, I promise." said Rosalind.
Rosalind stepped onto the balcony, followed by a rather nervous Haraald. In truth, Rosalind and Haraald were only standing on the balcony in case that Eddie and Paige needed with questions. Or, the press wanted to ask them a few questions. As the press conference began, Eddie found that his eyes were sensitive to the flashing lights of the cameras. They were giving him a rather severe headache. Still, he had no choice, he had to get through this press conference. Or risk being the center of the papers, like he was in his rebellious stage. That wouldn't please the people of Denmark, or Rosalind.
"My wife and I, thank you all for attending this press conference. We are willing to answer all the questions, even those that question are abilities as the future King and Queen of Denmark. Who would like the first question?"
Suddenly, more cameras started flashing and Eddie could feel his head beginning to ache again. Paige, now knowing Eddie wasn't feeling well, pointed to a reporter.
"We heard about your recent expedition to Africa to help with some of the children. Was this act of charity or a way to prove your abilities to handle a nation's crisis?" asked the reporter.
Paige began to feel a bit ill herself, as she didn't know how to answer. She turned to Eddie, but he still looked sickly. So, she took a deep breath and chose to answer the question in the only way she could.
"Me and my husband had heard from news broadcasts that more and more children in Africa we're either starving or homeless. Both of us, sharing a love of children, decided to help. It was an of charity. If we did make it look like we were only proving ourselves, then it was done subconciously." stated Paige.
Everyone was shocked that Paige was able to answer the question in a thorough manner. Rosalind had her jaw agape. Trying not to show her shock. Haraald was not even focused on everyone's shock, but focused on Eddie's decrease in health. Paige pointed to another reporter.
"Prince Edvard, can you tell us if you feel that your time spent at a unversity and your bout with the tabloids, will effect your ruling as the future King of Denmark?" asked the reporter.
Eddie was beginning to feel dizzy, as though he could faint. He felt a sensation in his chest, as if he were losing his breath. Then, before he could answer the question, he fainted. Like a bullet out of a gun, cameras started going off in all sorts of directions and reporters began chattering away.
"Get him inside. I'll deal with them." whispered Rosalind, addressing Paige and Haraald.
With Paige's help, Haraald was able to carry Eddie inside and to the nearest bed. Paige began to pat Eddie's cheeks, in an effort to wake him. Finally, after three minutes of being unconcious, Eddie woke up.
"Thank God." sighed Haraald.
"The press? Did they take pictures? What did they say?" asked Eddie, his voice weakened.
"Don't worry about them. Rosalind is taking care of it." whispered Paige, touching Eddie's forehead.
"I've never fainted."
"Now, don't worry, Edvard. Everything will be taken care of. For now, you must rest." said Haraald.
"Did I dissapoint you, Father?" asked Eddie.
Haraald smiled and kissed Eddie's forehead.
"Of course not." said Haraald.
Eddie gave a smile and then began to fall asleep. Paige pulled the covers over his body and followed Haraald out of the room. A few moments later, Paige and Haraald met with Rosalind in the library. The three sat in silence for awhile, not knowing what to say about Eddie's fainting spell earlier that morning. Finally, Paige decided to break the silence.
"He needs a doctor." said Paige.
"It's out of the question. A doctor would leak Edvard's condition to the press, and they'll make it look as though he is incomptent." argued Rosalind.
"Rosalind, he is our son. He hardly had a cold as a child, and now he faints? Something has to be wrong. He needs help." remarked Haraald.
"Then we can let Paige take care of him."
"Your Hisence, I haven't even seen my first patient yet. There's no way that I can help Eddie."
Before Rosalind could speak, she was interrupted when Soren, protector of the Royal family and Eddie's personal advisor, entered the room. Just by his face, they could tell something was wrong.
"Your Majestys, you need to come with me. It's Edvard." said Soren, trying to catch his breath.
Everyone raced to Edvard, and found him slumped on the floor and coughing up blood. Clutching his stomach. Haraald and Paige reacted quickly, and knelt at Eddie's side. Paige wiped his face clean of the blood, and Haraald cradled him in his arms. Rosalind could now see that something was seriously wrong with her son. She grabbed Soren and took him aside.
"Find the best doctor in Denmark. Quickly." ordered Rosalind.