Hi!

Just wanted to remind you guys that if you find a character overreacting on a simple fever - remember they lived in the Middle Ages - Where even getting a tooth removed could kill you.

They did not know almost anything about diseases or how to treat them - inspired by history lol.

And, that these chapters are going to be short ;D. I'm working on S.U.R.V.I.V.E. and I'm on school -which really sucks :p- lol but anyway here it is:


The morning was just getting more awful as the sun came in and hit her face, making her headache stronger. She felt too weak to even call one of her servants and order them to make a remedy; she preferred to stay in bed. The blonde woman felt sweat drips running down her forehead, her lips becoming increasingly dry and her eyelids becoming heavier…she gave in.

A couple of hours later-

The crowned woman was looking out of one of the windows of the hall, when she heard the voice of the man she had requested to see.

"You wanted to see me, your highness?" Julian asked, as he got closer to where the queen was standing.

"Oh, Julian" she turned towards him; her tone was more like a crying one.

He instantly knew something was wrong, her eyes reflected nothing more than uneasiness.

Genevieve's eyebrows twisted in a worried expression. The blonde man bowed to her, she walked closer to him.

"Yes, I wanted to speak with you. I-I think you should take the day off"

He gave the queen a confused look.

"What about the princess' lessons?" he asked, he had never taken a day off - he never wanted to.

"She won't be taking lessons until further notice" her tone a very grim one.

"May I ask why?" he replied, the queen's expression saddened.

The elder sighed and looked up to the man.

"I think you deserve to know… she woke up being feeling very ill-" she started but her voice broke by a muffled sob "It's only a fever - b-but the doctor said that if it doesn't go down it could be a sign of something worse" her voice reflecting nothing more than sadness and motherly concern.

Fever was something uncommon in their land and the queen could afford the best doctors around.

Why would she worry?

Besides the princess never left the castle territory, she could not had caught something that bad.

"Then you just have to keep an eye on her temperature, your majesty." he commented, she nodded.

A redheaded maid dressed in a green mint dress got closer to them; she bent her body bowing in front of the queen.

"Your majesty, the princess is requesting to see Mr. Mills" the house cleaner said, the queen looked confusedly at the servant.

He entered the room - alone, the queen was too worried and busy to enter with him and the princess had asked to see him.

He felt a little scared of walking closer, maybe the fever was giving her hallucinations and she babbled his name.

He had heard of some cases like that, the person was so affected by the fever that it saw things that were not there.

What if she didn't wanted to see him? Maybe that is why her mother did not wanted to enter with him - maybe she knew the princess was feeling so bad that she wanted to be alone.

"She's asleep, but I think she wouldn't mind if you go in" the same green-eyed maid said, standing beside him. He recoiled when she spoke; he really thought he was alone in the room with her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't saw you standing there" he replied.

"Oh, don't worry. I was on my way out - she rejected my help and said she wanted you to be here" she looked at him, he raised an eyebrow.

"Me?" he couldn't believe that the princess had requested his presence, the redhead nodded.

"No one really has come here to see her, the queen's to busy trying to find the best doctor to ask for a second opinion and she needs company. You two have a special bond, she told me she wanted you to come-" she smiled, Julian felt honored.

"Here" she said handing him a bowl of cool water and a towel "It maybe help with the fever and it might make her more comfortable. Doctor's orders, but she didn't wanted me to do it" she said as she opened the door and left him alone in the room - this time for real.

He stood there, thinking about it for some seconds - then her voice caught his attention.

"Let me go. Get off me, please. Help, Help." she was talking really low, but he still managed to hear her.

As he walked closer to her bed, he instantly saw her moving her head from side-to-side.

He could say she was having a nightmare, maybe caused by the fever. He also noticed that her normally high bed was lower; maybe they had taken one of the mattresses to make it easier to attend her.

Julian decided not to bother her, so he waited for a couple of minutes for her to wake up.

Her bloodshot eyes slowly opened, her cheeks flushed with red and sweat drips everywhere. At first she did not noticed him standing there, but slowly her eyes moved to meet his figure.

She stared at him.

It was not a confused look, or even happy, just somewhat blank. She had been lying in that bed for far too long and it even had not been a day.

Maids would come in and out and only would stare at her, maybe ask her if she wanted something.

Then one of her servants aimed to place a towel on her forehead, she dodge her attempt.

She didn't wanted a stranger taking care of her, even when she knew it was their job and responsibility.

It made her feel uncomfortable to have someone staring at you while they touched your face -

She could not remember when the last time she got that sick was, a long time ago she could recall - because she was not even able to remember it.

She wanted to see him, she needed someone to talk and feel comfortable with. To take her mind off the headache and her dizziness.

And there he was standing in front of her bed. Hi

"Your highness" he slightly bowed, trying not to spill the water on the bowl.

She tried to smile at him, but the blank expression on her face kept still.

Maybe she really didn't wanted him there - he thought.

She finally broke the silence.

"Julian… hello" she blinked several times, the face she longed to see was finally there. Her brain started to register the change in the routinely faces of the day.

She already felt a little better by just seeing him.

"Doctor says you have a fever. I thought…if you allow me I could…" he held up the bowl feebly to try to finish his statement.

She gave all her strength left to give him a little smile that instantly faded.

"Sure…" she replied.

He was very nervous, but he managed to sit on the chair already placed at her bedside.

He put the bowl on his lap, wet the towel and rang the excess water back into the bowl.

Julian gently placed the cloth on her sweating brow and watched her eyes closed as she sighed. She did not smiled but her face lost some on the tension it had.

"Thank you" she murmured after some minutes, he felt more calmed now.

"You're welcome, your highness" he replied as he put the clothe on her forehead again.

She slightly frowned and kept her eyes closed.

"Why so formal, Julian? It's just me-" she said, her voice sounding tired - like if it hurt her just to say some words.

"You are still the princess" he replied, she opened her dark blue eyes.

"And you are my best friend" she smiled as she looked at him.

"Thanks" he grinned, feeling a sudden happiness in his heart.

He went back to wet the towel in the cold water and placing it on her forehead, leaning closer and placing his free hand on the bed to support himself.

She closed her eyes again trying to relax as she felt the cooling sensation on her face. The princess was tired, but the uncomfortable sensations the fever was causing didn't allowed her to sleep.

"Julian?" she asked after a couple of minutes.

"Yes?" he replied

"Would you do something… silly for me?" she kept her eyes closed, and felt embarrassed to ask him.

"Anything you want" he assured, she took a deep breath.

"Will you sing to me?" his voice always made her feel comfortable and safe - he was soothing.

He felt his heart skipping a beat; he felt completely shy about singing in front of her.

Then again, he was willing to do anything to make her feel better.

"I-I don't know any song you like-" she interrupted him.

"Anything will do-" she slightly smiled.

"Alright…"

Then he started to think about a song that would make her relax and placing the freshly wet clothe on her forehead again he nervously started to sing:

Alone she sleeps in the shirt of man

With my three wishes clutched in her hand

The first that she be spared the pain

That comes from a dark and laughing rain

When she finds love

May it always be true

Yes I beg for a second wish I made too…

He noticed her breathing got shallow, light and calmed - She had fallen asleep.

A faint smile printed on her mouth.

He examined her face, her beautiful face.

Her red cheeks, her tiny nose and her dried lips… she was perfect.

He was going to leave her so she would rest more quietly. However, as he slowly pulled away - he felt his free hand being restrained by something very hot.

Her hand was wrapped in his; her feverish hand was holding his… he was happy.

Author's note:

Hi!

I do not own the song - or any of the characters.

It's called Gaeta's Lament by Bear McCreary.

I chose it mainly because Alessandro Juliani sings it. Yes, the same man that voices Julian talking and singing ;D.

It doesn't have much to do with his feelings for her, the song it's about a lament Alessandro's character (Felix Gaeta on Battlestar Galactica) uses to soothe his lost - his amputated leg.

I have the song on my MP4 and I usually use it to fall asleep, it's very calming and soft. Therefore, I figured it fitted perfectly with this shot since it sounds like if Julian was singing it to calm someone.

If you look for it on you tube I think it will be better if you hear the 'soundtrack' version, since the version of the show is grim and… inharmonious.

The character sings it, and he's sad lying on a bed with half of his leg gone - not very soothing.

Hope you liked it, please review :D!