"Wait!" He rushed over to her before she could go to wherever the hell she went too. Long day ahead tomorrow why don’t you head back, clean up, and rest that little head of yours.” Jeanie smirked and was quite happy with the progress. Jeanie had just showed up in his study one day behind his desk and smiled through her tears.Īrthur dodged her fire whip and sent out a spray of water that collided and made steam. Only to find out that the Queen had lied about Jeanie but this was only found out a year after the Queens death. Their mother had said that Jeanie was killed and he had mourned. He had often asked and he would always get the response that he’ll find out later. Though she would disappear again by morning and only return at night. Normally this would have been something their mother would have done but since her death and Jeanies return it became her job. Jeanie had been teaching Arthur magical combat and was finding out how well and how long he would fair in battle. The night sky was filled with magic as the two siblings dueled. He just laid back in bed and whined whilst she laughed at him. "Now stop being a drama queen and get back to work" Don’t let any one make you doubt yourself" She ruffled his hair when she was finished and flicked his nose making him wrinkle it. "You will be much greater, I have faith in you and so does the rest of the family. He went wide eyed and was about to ask a bunch of other questions but was interrupted when her eye locked onto his. “And they were right that you won’t be as good as her” Her hand went to his head and he felt a calming power go through him. Her lips twitched into a smile before going into a line again as she concentrated and ignored the question. "I… I don’t know, how do you know if any one is really worthy of a position of power?" "Do you find yourself worthy?" She glanced at him once before moving onto one of the wounds on his back. “They said that I wasn’t worthy to be Queen. He sat silently as he watched her work but it didn’t keep his mind away from the cause of the fight. As the skin knitted back together she eyed up his other wounds judging weither it be worth healing or not. He flinched at first as it stung but slowly the pain ebbed away as Eibhlin used her healig abilities to stitch the wound back together. She didn’t wait for his response as she placed her hands on his stab wound. He eventually backed down when it didn’t seem like the staring wasn’t going to stop. "You might be in pain but watch your language when you are talking to me" She raised an eyebrow at his glaring. “You absolute wanker! What the hell yoi do that for?!” He jumped into a sitting poistion and hissed. He didn’t seem to register her presence so she went over and sat down on the bed. Eibhlin decided that she wasn’t going to follow said rule and had gone into his room too help. As soon as Arthur recieved aid he headed to his room and ordered that no one was too enter. The other party was swiftly dealt with but the damage was done. He had gotten into a bar fight that got out of hand. He was sprawled out on his bed nursing a few cuts and a stab wound to the side. Eibhlin shaked her head as she saw the state that Arthur was in.
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