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<p>It was early in the afternoon and everything seemed normal in the palace. Although it seemed normal, Zeidan knew there was nothing normal about any of it. His life was turning into a mess and there was nothing he could do about it. It has been two years now since he last saw Lyne and his health was deteriorating. He could feel life slipping away from him slowly, or perhaps he was just being too hard on himself for letting his guards down. He could not protect Lyne and her unborn child when they needed him the most and now he is suffering from it. </p>
<p> “How are you feeling your Lordship?” Stevenson bellowed from the entrance of the palace as he was ushered in by one of the palace guards. He trotted towards the King who was sitting on the throne with his head in his left palm deep in thought.</p>
<p> “I must have kept the King waiting eh? The King must not be angry for the journey to this place is a long one. There was a pressing matter that needed my attention back home that delayed me a little. I assure you that I set out early to make it here in time.” He said as he got closer to Zeidan who was now looking at him after he had been brought out of his retrospection by the royal doctor’s arrival. </p>
<p> “How are you feeling your highness?” He said as he mounted the elevated part where the king was seated. </p>
<p>Zeidan drew in a long breath and exhaled sharply.</p>
<p>“I must be honest with you Stevenson, I don’t feel better. Perhaps the syrup isn’t working. Or maybe you need to increase my dosage.” He said as Stevenson watched and listened to him with a perplexed expression.</p>
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