It seemed his worry about the success of the wedding took a toll on him. The effects seem alarming but ultimately are not serious. “Sometimes matters heavy on the mind find a way to manifest physically in the body. The King processed these words first falling into a pit of relief and then confusion. Rather, a mental blockade has caused it.” the old man explained cleaning his hands in a basin provided by a servant.
“Since there is no pain and no bloating as you have experienced in the past, I suspect the cause is not an episode. “It is not your illness, your Majesty,” the healer declared.Īlfred blinking, mentally shaking the tendrils of his previous thoughts. The dark, twisted shadow in the back of his mind whispered with malice that you’d weep at your lot. One who only managed to make it past childhood by the grace of God. If you’d turn your nose up at having a sick man for a husband. He wondered if this was too much for you to handle. The healers assumed that these tactics were working and it lulled him into a false sense of security.Īlfred sat demurely in his bed after he was examined by the maester. He stuck to a strict diet and kept himself hearty by horse riding and taking walks in the gardens when he could manage. The past few months had been non-incidental in regards to his health.
Fear that his sickness had found an inopportune moment to arise came upon him as he loudly commanded his attendants to fetch the maesters. Then it translated to violent vomiting on the floor beside his bed. On the day of his wedding, Alfred woke up with knots in his belly. No bedding ceremony because that shit freaked me out. Now, these three get even more entangled than ever. Warning: unprotected sex, canon typical warnings.Ī/N: The wedding is here. Pairing: Ivar x Reader, King Alfred x Reader
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