[DrinkToMeOnlyWithThineEyes]

Erumollien looked at his consort in surprise, he noted Beriadan's smirk before he was shoved unceremoniously on his bed leading the king to scowl at his cousin. Turning to look at Tristan, he raised a brow as he sat up once more, wincing at the flare of pain shoving up in his back.

"Tristan, surely you know my responsibilities as king is never ceasing?" He hissed out, though really, he knew his cousin will do well enough to rule and he had been gone for a fair two and a half months and Firithdae was not yet in ruins.

But then, his kingdom was truly the only thing he could offer his loyalty to.

Hearing his consort's words, he looked at Tristan before sighing. "I can only attempt one week's rest, if required I shall ask the healers to see if one week is enough or if a longer healing period is needed." He said hesitantly, "Will that satisfy you?"

He was surprised that he bent so easily at his consort's words when before he ours have scoffedat him. He was even more surprised that now he wished to please his consort instead of doing what he wished.

But surely it was just that he wishes to keep his consort away from any stress and troubles due to his condition? After all, why else would he care about what pleases his consort and what does not?

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