[Slowly, Aric opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a chamber--not his own, not the one he shared with the Queen--but he couldn't place where he was. The room was dim, there were people bustling about in the background, bringing and taking things. No one seemed to be paying him any mind, and perhaps that was a good thing. He needed to find his wife, he needed to make sure Eira was ok.
He tried to sit up, but the moment he tried to lift himself, a throbbing pain rushed to his head, and he collapsed back onto the bed beneath him. He was tired, so tired, and his whole body ached. It was a small price to pay, though, if it meant his wife and son were alive. He looked around the room, searching for a familiar face.] Ursula? [He asked, surprised when he set his eyes upon the witch.] What are you doing here? Where is my wife? Is she alive?
