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The prince sighed, climbing the stairs. That must have been too stressful for him, his heart was beating so fast, and he felt ready to sweat. "Damned it all woman." And then paused, the world slowly starting to turn under his feet. Stress or tired? Being tired wouldn't have him breaking out in a sweat, he was probably exhausted, all the ink fumes mixed with the wine. He continued upwards, gripping the banister tightly. His stomach was soon starting to revolt, giving a loud, unhappy growl with what was in his system.

"My lord?" He turned to look at the quickly blurring image of the monkey maid, sure she had a little extra hair, sideburns that when to the bottom of her jaw, rounder eyes, larger ears, but she wasn't terrible. "Prince Elliot you do not look well."

"I do not feel well." he murmured, walking onto the flat surface before his stomach finally quit. To at least try and be a gentleman he grabbed the nearyby vase - ironically it was his step-mother's favorite - and removed the contents of his stomach into it, about to sink to the floor until the woman grabbed him.

"We will get you to your room, just throw it up. Get rid of the sickness. You must have caught what your father had." She murmured, opening the door to his room.

"Lily?" But there was no one, panic setting in with the sickness, removinghimself from the woman and staggering toward's the bed, the vase now upright on the floor. The sheets were a mess.

"My prince you're sweating." But her eyes widened as he fell to his knees before the floor, sweat drenching his forehead.

"I am fine." he muttered, trying to claw his way back up, only succeeding in bringing the blankets down too him.

"I know." Elliot said weakly, more of his stomach entering the nearly filled vase. However before it could be filled he was yanked up, quickly swallowing what was in his motuh, eyes tearing up at the putrid taste, looking at the Prime Minister. "Who got me?" he asked, turning his head to cough, pausing to stare at the socked and slippered feet, then bare leg. "Prime Minister, please enlighten me to where your pants have gone." he looked up. "and your undergarments." And felt himself being hoisted up onto his feet, arm slung around the other as he was forced out, one arm soon holding his own favorite vase. "The queen, has poisoned us?" He asked, feeling his stomach lurch again. "What a b***h." He faintly heard the maid gasp at his language. "My waht? No, she is a companion. Men do not love men, it's atrocious and downright disgusting." He still had the sanity to deny his own homosexuality. But he was walking, or trying to, looking more like the Prime Minister was walking him. "where are we headed?" he questioned before adding. "And he's not my lover."

"BITE YOUR TONGUE, PRIME MINISTER!" Elliot exclaimed, unsure whether to be disgusted or shocked hearing what just came out of the older man's mouth. The Prime Minister, and his father?! Oh dear lord! It was horrid to even imagine! His father had been wonderful, taught him everythign he knew, to be open-minded, his father had seemed only into women! But then again, him and the Prime Minister always spoke often when he was younger, oh God his mother, his beautiful mother in on all that?! "You b*****d you've tainted my mother's image!" And soon his stomach revolted, more being put into his own favorite china vase. "You are a sick man, first my parents and now your pants. You truly are mad indeed." He paused. "Oh dear now I understand why my father said your brain was split between two heads. Oh my lord."

But his sulking was forced away as his own sickness grew worse, body beginning to tremble with the cold he couldn't feel. "How do you know her name. do not call her that. I hate you so much, you and your pantless self." He muttered, now being dragged at this rate, the tips of his boots touching the carpeted floor. "I am ready, you have already told me the worst thing I could imagine. A maid could be my sibling for all I know." and spit some saliva into the vase. His vision was really beginning to worse, and it sounded like he was underwater.

Of course his ears caught noise, and not one that made his heart warm and fuzzy. And the wall opening, catching the smell of blood and sweat made the prince's vision sharpen to a point it almost hurt. Naked men, his guards, Lily spread eagle on a table, blood, lots of it, the Falian was pale beyond belief, his chest barely rising with each breath. White ears lowered as the horror set in, Elliot gripping the vase closer before retching into it. what had they done? How could such pain be done in his own home? To someone he treasured so dearly? Panting he looked up again, glaring at the guards as the room temperature quickly dropped, a growl breaking past his lips as the windows frosted over. Sick or not, he was going to kill someone, but before he could form his sword the man told him to get Lily, perhaps the better idea.

He stumbled over, just barely avoid a guard until the prime minister attacked him. "Lily, oh Lily I'm so sorry." He moaned, removing everything and anything from the other, the rod, the ropes before looking over her body, doing his best to re-locate any joints that had been popped out. "Lily, Lily Im sorry I should have stayed." he muttered, grabbing her hand and kissing it. "Lily, Leo, Lily or whomever, I'm so sorry." he murmured, quickly picking up the other, but his legs gave out and he collapsed, holding her tightly, vision blurring out again as were the noises. He couldn't breath, and rested his head against the machine, panting, the sweat running down his face despite it being freezing in the room. "You are so pale." he cried, holding her close, letting ice shoot up and stab a guard in the gut, leaving him hanging there a few feet from the two. "You are all right. You are safe, I've got you." But he wasn't, he was getting weak, and for once in his life, he could feel the cold start to bite at his nerves, a numbing feeling, but Lily was right here, Leonard de whatever the hell from Falia was right here, he had her, that's all that counted. Elliot however, was moving closer and closer to death, much faster then his father was.

Elliot coudn't focus anymore, ears weak and limp on his head. Something muffled, Leo's voice, then somethin pressed against his lips, were they away he'd just vomited his intestines and no doubt lungs in a vase that was somewhere? But as soon as the contact left, the smallest of color re-entered his vision, the spot growing until he was focused again on Lily. Blood. "Leo!" He exclaimed until the Prime Minister plopped down. "Oh don't squat! Cover yourself with your shirt, I do not want to see that!" And looked back at the bentien he was holding. "I pray what you have isn't wine." But instead it was the plum pudding he'd rejected earlier, Elliot turning his head away as the logic clicked. His step-mother didn't like plum pudding either, yet she'd taken an awful large bite.

It had the cure.

"That is genius." he murmured, forming an ice cube in his hand before putting it in his mouth, spitting out the melted water as he rinsed his mouth out, letting the crazy man work on Leo before he just stared like his sister's stared at puppies playing. "You are indeed half-mad, aren't you?" and spit again, mouth nearly rinsed. Lily's breathing had gone from non-existent to nearly even, and her color was back, thank god. There was very little swelling of her limbs, meaning Elliot had indeed relocated them. Thank goodness, he'd only seen it done once.

"There is hardly anything charming about you, Prime Minister. And it is not love, he is my companion and my friend." Elliot snapped. "And cover yourself! I am the prince I order you quit showing yourself off!' And moved his foot, ready to take aim and kick the full-grown man until the shifting in his arms maid him stop. "Leo?" he questioned softly, smiling. "You are safe now, I promise you are safe, alive and soon to be healthy. Ignore the idiot in the shirt." He murmured, kissing the bentien's cheek and holding him tightly. Of course a quick glare as he mouthed "This is not love." at the man.

"Thank the spirit you are alive, Lily." he exclaimed back with a laugh, feeling the small tremble before it stopped and the other's body tense, instead. he could only smiling, continuing to kiss the other's face. "Lie to me all you want just don't leave me." And watched as a doctor came forward, Elliot tentatively placing the teen on the ground, letting the doctor analyze him. Of course a small dose of medicine was injected into bentien before a guard came to lift her, Elliot's ears falling back as he glared, forcing himself to stand, nearly collapsing unto another guard lifted him. "This is an embarrassment." in which the guard did his best to hold back a laugh, face turning red as he snorted.

Elliot craned his neck to look at the prime minister, the guard's just as uncomfortable, or most of them anyway. "I'm unsure how to repay you for saving mine and Lily's life." He responded, glancing forward at the guard holding his bentien.

Elliot turned, wrapping his arms around Leo, kissing his head. "It was you against so many guards, I would have been surprised had you mananged to fight them off." And kissed her softly, nuzzling him. "You are safe and right here, that is all that matters. And you are warm, the cold is horrifying." he murmured, holding her fingers against his mouth as he kissed each one. "You are right here." he murmured.