Roman Reigns Sick 소설 & 이야기

Rhience nods and I go ahead to question her. “Thank you so much your majesty. You are far too kind.” “What’s the problem ma’am? Did something happen?” The tears drop from her eyes with increased frequency as she answers. “Yes my queen. It’s my Son. He has been very sick for a few days and I’ve been trying very hard to save up for the medications. He just fell unconscious and I don’t know what to do” she sobs out loud and Rhience aks the question that is plaguing my mind.

” I frowned. That won’t be good. I couldn’t be sick; I had a job to do. Raphael did not sign to have a sick wife. I would be a big liability to him. It didn’t matter that he had taken good care of me for the past few days; that didn’t mean he would be glad to do so for the next five years. What if he decided to terminate the contract? And worse, ask me to refund the five million he had given me. I couldn’t be sick. I had no other choice but to be healthy. “No, I can assure you that you’re fine.” She shook her head, and I sighed. But if I wasn’t sick, then why was I getting weaker?

“it has not been going too well, the Elders have been insisting on a leader and if the Lycan king is not fit to rule, then someone else should take over” “Has there been anyone who had tried to forcefully take power?” “Not yet! Who is this my Luna?” Eliot could no longer hide his curiosity seeing the strange man beside me. “He is the doctor with the cure for the king's illness, what about Rosette, how is she?” “She has been locked up like you asked and is well fed” He explained and I nodded feeling satisfied with the answers that I got. We got into the chamber where Ricky was lying, his lips had turn pale blue and no doubt the toxic was circulating through his body.

He frowned at sight, wondering why he couldn't go a complete day without seeing any werewolves. He read the headline and it was a broadcast about Roman's death. Apparently, the Pentagon had decided to tell the humans that Roman had died after weeks of suffering from an illness. According to them, Roman had stopped going to work as he couldn't cope anymore. The Pentagon had said that Roman hoped to recover, but he never did. They had also presented the press with a doctor's report concerning Roman's illness. Calvin scoffed, knowing fully well that the report was a fake. However, the humans had bought the lie so that problem had been dealt with.

The royals were shocked by the news, they didn’t hear anything about their son in low being sick. “What is the matter with the prince?” enquired king Lerumo making the queen of BaTloung tear up. “My prince has been sick for the past three months and he is not getting better.” Informed the queen shocking the royals even more with the bad news. “What do the doctors say?” asked queen Mabotle.

They jerked up as they weren't expecting anybody there but I ignored their wide looks and walked closer to them. "What is happening to Ry……. I mean the king," I said with difficulty. "Who are you?" One of the men there asked. "Please just tell me," I pleaded. He sighed and scanned me from head to toe. I know that I looked terrible but that's not why I am here. "He is suffering from an unknown illness," I lurched at his words, what is he talking about? That Ryan is suffering from an unknown illness. What could have caused the illness?

His Majesty's loyal subjects are scared for the boy's life. The healer never came. The letter requesting my presence in the capital arrived twice a year, but Rick and Henry found a way to deal with that. They said the child had a very dangerous sickness-brittle bone disease. It does happen. A simple fall could mean a fracture, and a powerful hug could kill, cracking the ribs. After that, His Majesty never insisted on seeing me, although he did routinely inquire about my health. Rick and Henry answered him. I think that in a couple of years, they managed to break all the bones in my body, sometimes by turn, sometimes, all at once. And that's not talking about various inflammations and aggrava

I can’t seem to find my voice—all I just want to do is get back to the kingdom as soon as possible. “Lira, we need to leave immediately. The king collapsed.” “What?” Her face crumples in shock as she springs up. “How? Why?” The words tumbles out in a rush. “Actually he has been sick for sometime now,” I say, my voice barely audible. “He has a heart problem.” Lira’s eyes widen and she jumps out of the bed. She is by my side before I can blink. “I am so sorry to hear about that.”

Furious at the situation the night of her Coronation, I had taken my anger out on my servants, leaving them rotten corpses the next morning. “King Rome?” The frail voice of a maid echoes through the throne room. I grow angry at the interruption. "What is it?" I scream. “T-the s-s-sorcerer is..." She stutters. "What is it?" I scream, throwing the glass of alcohol in my hand at the wall. Once the glass shatters, she trembles and screams out the words. "Your sorcerer, Wylan is here to attend to your wounds!” “Leave.” “But your majesty, your wounds haven’t completely healed —”

The doors were locked , the windows were closed and the guards that were usually posted were nowhere in sight. At that moment I understood why the Queen mother had acted the way she had. Everyone seemed scared, nervous, and worried. “What is going on?” I asked one of the maids in the kitchen, I didn't expect her to answer me but she surprised me by doing so. “The healers say the king is down with Moonrot” She whispered as if it was taboo for anyone to hear. “Moonrot?” I questioned. She nodded. “Is it something fatal?” I questioned She shrugged looking at me as if I had lost my mind . As I continued to look around in confusion.