Oito Scolds Kurapika for not taking care of himself.
Kurapika paces the length of the room. Muttering incoherent sentence to himself.
The Queen’s soft but commanding voice snaps him back to his surroundings. He curses himself for letting his awareness slip. He knows that could be a fatal mistake.
“Your majesty?” He winces as he tries to focus his eyes but the migraine is messing with his vision.
“You’ve been pacing for a very long time. Is there a new development I should know of?” The young mother inquires, eager to ease the fate of her daughter.
“No ma’am, I was going over old information. I apologize for being distant.”
He restrains himself from wincing again, but his breath hitches all the same. This damn migraine wont go away.
The Queen furrows her brow and repositions the sleeping Prince in her arms, “You should eat something and take a rest. A headache like that wont go away on its own.”
Now its Kurapika’s turn to frown. “I dont think I should —“
“Bill is plenty capable of keeping watch.” The Queen interrupts.
“Please,” Oito snaps, “you haven’t even slept since the incident. If woble is going to survive this we can’t have you withering away.” Her glare is stoney and unwavering. Kurapika cringes at the sudden noise assaulting his pounding head. “That might sound harsh and honestly I don’t care, you need to hear it.”
Kurapika is rendered speechless, it’s unlike the soft spoken Queen to raise her voice.
“Now go have a meal, and get some rest.” The Queen orders before curtly switching her attention to the now awoken Woble.
“Yes’m,” Kurapika nods. He turns on his heals, glancing at a wide eyed Bill, before averting his gaze in shame.
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