Nicholas’ morning started rough.
As if he didn't have enough to deal with already since Irysi had refused to answer any of his calls or reply any of his messages; at the crack of dawn, the Queen's mother was at his door.
Banging with desperation and a cry for help.
At first, he had been worried that the Queen had gone into early labour, but soon enough he realized that her object of distress was someone else.
She had begged for him to follow her and he had quickly gone after her, only to find out that Delice was out cold on her bed with a fresh bite mark on her neck.
He had to take care of her. Now she was alright, but still asleep in one of the wards. Ka’ik had come around later in the morning and it had been a hassle keeping him away from Delice.
“I am so tired of annoying mates disturbing my patients,” he said with a huff to the King later that afternoon, after telling him about everything that happened in the morning.