?'S P.O.V
"M'lady, the king, he is getting sicker."
"Perfect. How long does he have left?"
"He is about 75% now, m'lady. Just one more dose…"
"Wonderful!" I cried. "I will administer the final dose. The prince is but a stupid boy, he will never be a worthy King. The crown will be mine!"
"Yes, m… m'lady. Shall I get your outfit ready?"
"Yes, Sebastian."
Dan's P.O.V
"Oh, Phil." I said softly, as I stroked his dark hair.
"I miss you. It's not the same anymore. I fulfil my duties during the day, and visit you in the afternoon. Then, late at night, I head home, have a shower, and try and sleep. I'm...my….they're back. They went away, when you were there. But now you're here, and I'm not. Oh, Phil, it's so horrible. I can't stand it anymore. Please, just wake up. We need you. The horses need you. The prince needs you. I need you." I choked on the last part, as tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.
King William's P.O.V
"Where are young Pj, and his friend?"
"They have requested to join you later sir. They went to go see their friend, in the infirmary."
"Ah, yes. I see. Well, there is no need to waste precious time and food waiting for them. Let us eat!"
The servants brought out the food, and laid it out in front of me. Plates laden with delicious meats and delectable dishes were placed onto the table. My personal taster waited at my side.
"Shall I try this food for you, my king?"
"Yes, go ahead."
He tasted it, and confirmed it was safe to eat. A maid came and poured my wine into a golden goblet, engraved with my name, and decorated with gems and stones of all sizes and colours.
"Your wine, your Highness."
"Thank you, my dear. And what a pretty dear you are."
She smiled warmly, before stepping back.
I took a sip. It tasted fine…and yet, I began to feel faint…
Pj's P.O.V
"You're Majesty!"
"What is it Simon?"
"The king, he collapsed, sir. He is in bed at the moment, and he is being attended to by his personal physicians, but, well I came to tell you. I thought you would like to know."
"Thank you Simon, you are dismissed."
He bowed, before scurrying off.
"Chris!" I yelled. Chris ran out of the bathroom.
"What? What is it? Are you okay, are you…are you hurt?"
"No, I'm fine. It's my father, he…he collapsed."