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Elliot glanced up when the towel was placed on his head, hair and ears being tousled until they were more or less dry. Then the bentien placed a robe on him the best he could. He sat there childishly for a moment, knees gently hitting each other before continuing to slide down the steps.

The fresh air sent the Prince to his knees, world spinning to quickly as the bile rose in this throat, but he pushed it down, coughing and panting, weakly pushing himself to his feet and leaning on the taller male. "My alcove, please." he murmured, the ill feeling increasing at least ten times worse as he began walking, bare feet touching the crisp grass. Again, he couldn't feel how cold the ground was beneath him.

Elliot wasn't listening much either, focusing on the sickness trying to leave his stomach. They were a few feet from the alcove when his stomach finally won, the prince doubling over and body purging itself of the alcohol. He was gripping the hedge with one hand while his other was wrapped around his abdomen. He wasn't sure how much longer he could stand, and he was dizzy, exhaustion hitting him like a sack of bricks.

But the master had heard during a pause of vomit, looking up and panting, trying to keep the rest down. Another moan slipped in his ears as his stomach went back to work, making sure everything was out of his system. "What," he breathed. "Was that?" The anger had quickly laced itself back in his words, spitting onto the ground as he listened past his own heavy breathing, eyes on the hidden entrance to his alcove.

The prince wiped his mouth, weakly walking around his own vomit as he wiped his mouth, the sickly sweet taste still lingering on his taste buds. "Don't touch with me." But he was hardly a threat, exhausted, he looked tired and pale and he was barely able to walk on his own without using the hedge for support. But he moved, soon entering through the leaves and staring at the image of his father and Lewis, Lewis on top of his father. "Get off!" he roared.

"Elliot-"

The prince was not going to let his father speak. "It is absolutely sickening Toknow you have done such deeds with my father and my mother you perverted, lewd, old whore! You are a disgrace to this kingdom! I will not have you,"

Alvaro was quick to remove himself from the Prime Minister, covering himself. "Elliot listen-"

"disgracing this kingdom! You know very well homosexuality is not accepted, and I will not have the town revolt if they learn their beloved king is having intercourse with the prime minister! You are disgusting!" He was tired, he couldn't focus, god why was the earth moving to fast. And then he felt it, a horrifying, bone chilling cold that ran across his skin. "And you raised me! You raised me with the exact same lewdness that runs hot in your veins and in my fathers! Remove yourself, Lewis!"

"Elliot that is enough!" The king shouted, but it was too late, he saw his son's face blank out before the exhaustion took over, prince falling.

Elliot couldn't recall what happened the next morning, all he knew was that his head had a blacksmith hammering away at it, and the birds were god awful loud. He groaned, reaching for the bedside table and finding a half filled glass of water. He thirstily drank, spotting his balcony door opened. God it was bright, prince curling away and under the blankets. Loud, bright, he was sore. "Lily." He murmured, quickly realizing the bed beside him was empty. He stared at it, shifting his feet to make sure he wasn't at the food of the bed. His body felt as heavy as stone. More shifting, checking the floor before looking at the balcony again and groaning. Slowly he moved, standing and looking at his robe curiouslyt. He was trying to remember, but he couldn't.

"Lily?" he called hoarsely, walking onto the balcony, blanket on his shoulders and spotting the teen curled up on the stone. Elliot bent down, looking at the Falian. His eyes were red, had he been crying? "What did I do?" He murmured, shifting the blanket from his shoulders to Lily. It was too bright, prince retreating, each step intensifying the headache until he rested in his now blanketless bed. The pillow beside his own was dragged over his head, man curling up in his robe. What had he done? He couldn't remember, but it brought an overwhelming sense of guilt he couldn't explain. Had he insulted Lily? He prayed not, as much as he'd hate to admit it, he loved the little Falian to much to hurt him.

Shifting the pillow, half-lidded eyes looked at the bentien. "Lily, no don't," but the teen was quickly gone, letting the guilt intensify inside the heir as he covered himself, worry increasing as well. What had he done? What did he do? Lily had been crying, and was he avoiding him now? Had Elliot raped him? No, heaven forbid no. He couldn't think, it hurt to think, but the guilt hurt much worse, prince curling up once again.

The triplets were walking up the stairs."Lily!" Annabelle called, jogging over and looking up. "Dad said brother was sick, is that true?"
"Dad didn't look to well either. Think it's going around?" Martha asked.
Emily looked worried as she looked up as well. "Are you okay, Lily?" The cubs were in her arms again, dozing off.

"But why?" Annabelle asked, pouting as Lily started to walk away, quickly following her. "Why was he drinking? Brother hates to drink, he's said so himself!"
"And why was dad drinking! The Prime Minister said the exact same things you've said!"
Emily stayed behind, waiting for them to crawl down the stairs before slowly walking into her brother's room, placing the cubs on the bed. "are you sick?" She asked softly.
The prince lifted his pillow, looking at the cubs almost painfully climb over his sore and weak body. "I am, yes." He said softly before smiling. "I need to sleep, Emily."
"Was Lily crying?"
The smile grew weak. "I believe so."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
The girl stared, leaning forward and kissing her brother on the cheek before taking the cubs. "get better soon, I'll find a plant to help you." and left, gently closing the door behind her before continuing her trot.