Son of the Forgotten Princess | hp x lp

Chapter 4: Sickness

Athanasia had decided to homeschool her son regardless of his magical training. So at the age of five, she and the mages had decided to teach the young prince academic related teachings. He was brilliant regardless

"Do you know my biological parents, Mama?" That question came up one time by the time he had turned six years old. It had struck a nerve. She has grown complacent of their bond.

"I... I actually don't know, darling," She softly murmured as she took him into a hug, "I happened to find you one night, and now; you're my son. I'm sorry for not finding out more about your origin,"

She had given him a bracelet. It had appeared two nights after she had found it. But she didn't trust an unknown object being worn by her son. But her son was smart, he had checked it magically for any malicious intent.

But it doesn't have any. They both had concluded that it came from his biological parents.

"You're still my Mama," Vasileios gave her a kiss on the cheek, "Nothing would changed that,"

Two years later, the young prince is now eight years old. Athanasia, Vasileios, and Lily are taking this chance to simply have a day off. Vasileios doesn't have any other classes because it was a rest day. Lily had made them snacks and tea for their tea time.

They were all just laughing with one another when Athanasia's sudden coughing fit drew concerned looks from both Vasileios and Lily. Her cheeks flushed with fever, and she felt an overwhelming sense of weakness wash over her. It had been a while since she had been ill, and she couldn't afford to be sick now, not when Vasileios depended on her.

Lily rushed to her side, worry etched on her face. "Your Highness, you should rest," she urged. "I can take care of His Highness."

Athanasia nodded weakly, knowing that she had to prioritize her health. She couldn't afford to let her sickness worsen. "Please take good care of him, Lily," she whispered hoarsely.

Lily gently led Vasileios away from his mother, explaining that Athanasia needed some rest. Vasileios, though curious, nodded and allowed himself to be distracted by his toys.

As Lily cared for Vasileios, Athanasia retreated to her chambers, where she lay in bed, feeling drained and feverish. She knew that she had to recover quickly, for Vasileios's sake. She couldn't bear the thought of him worrying about her.

Over the next few days, Athanasia's illness persisted, leaving her feeling weak and bedridden. She missed spending time with Vasileios and watching him grow, but she knew that resting was the only way to get better.

Lily continued to care for both Athanasia and Vasileios, ensuring that their daily routines were maintained. She did her best to keep Vasileios occupied and reassured him that his mother would recover soon.

As the days passed, Athanasia's fever finally broke, and she began to regain her strength. She was relieved to be on the path to recovery, but she couldn't help but worry about how her absence had affected Vasileios.

One evening, as she lay in bed, she heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching her chamber. It was Vasileios, his bright eyes filled with concern. He climbed onto the bed beside her, his small hand reaching out to touch her cheek.

"Mama, are you okay?" he asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

Tears welled up in Athanasia's eyes as she reached out to caress his cheek. "I'm getting better, my love," she assured him, her voice filled with warmth and love. "I missed you."

Vasileios's face lit up with a smile, and he snuggled closer to his mother. Athanasia held him close, grateful for his presence and his unwavering love. She knew that they had faced many challenges together, but as long as they had each other, they could overcome anything.

As Athanasia continued to recover, she cherished the moments she spent with Vasileios, grateful for the bond they shared and the love that had brought them together. Their journey was far from over, but with the strength of their love, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

As time passed, Athanasia's health continued to deteriorate, and the worry that had once filled her loved ones' hearts grew stronger. Vasileios, now nine years old, could sense that something was wrong. He watched with a heavy heart as his mother became weaker with each passing day.

Lily and the mages did their best to care for Athanasia and Vasileios, but the situation was growing increasingly dire. The mages conducted various magical examinations and treatments, but they couldn't find a cure for Athanasia's illness. It was as if a mysterious force was draining her vitality.

One evening, Vasileios approached Athanasia's bedside, his eyes filled with concern. "Mama, why are you so sick?" he asked, his voice trembling with worry.

Athanasia mustered a weak smile, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Oh, my sweet Vasil," she whispered hoarsely. "Mama doesn't know. But I promise, I'll do everything I can to get better."

Vasileios nodded, but his eyes remained filled with sadness. He didn't understand why his mother was suffering, and it hurt him deeply to see her in pain.

As the days turned into weeks, Athanasia's condition grew even more critical. She could feel the life force draining from her, and the mages' concern deepened. They conducted countless tests and consulted ancient tomes in search of a cure, but their efforts remained in vain.

One day, a cloaked mage approached Lily with a solemn expression. "We have consulted with the Mage Tower," the mage explained. "They believe that the source of the illness might be magical in nature, a dark curse or a malevolent spell. We must find the one responsible and break the curse to save Her Highness."

Lily's eyes widened in alarm. The idea of a dark curse sent shivers down her spine, and she knew that they had to act quickly to save Athanasia's life.

As the mages prepared to investigate the source of the curse, Athanasia lay weak and frail in her bed, unaware of the perilous journey that awaited them all. Her only hope was that they could uncover the truth and break the curse that threatened to take her life and leave Vasileios motherless.

As Athanasia's health continued to deteriorate, the situation in the Ruby Palace grew increasingly dire. The loss of Lily, who had been a beloved caregiver and companion to both Athanasia and Vasileios, was a devastating blow. The mages, who had been sworn to protect them, now faced the daunting challenge of caring for the mother and son pair on their own.

Vasileios, now nine years old, had become incredibly mature for his age. He rarely left Athanasia's side, his bright blue-green jeweled eyes filled with worry and determination. He knew that his mother's life was in danger, and he was determined to do everything in his power to help her.

The mages had been working tirelessly, researching ways to break the dark curse that had plagued Athanasia. They consulted with scholars and wizards from across the realm, seeking any shred of knowledge that might lead to a solution.

One evening, as Vasileios sat by his mother's bedside, he heard hushed conversations among the mages. They had been discussing a possible lead, a hidden library in the Mage Tower that contained ancient texts on powerful curses.

Vasileios couldn't sit idly any longer. He knew that he had to take matters into his own hands to save his mother. With a newfound determination, he approached the mages.

"I want to help," he declared, his voice filled with resolve. "I'll go to the Mage Tower and find the information you need to fight this illness."

The mages exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by Vasileios's determination. "You're just a child," one of them protested. "It's too dangerous."

But Vasileios wasn't deterred. "I may be a child, but I can't let my mother suffer any longer," he insisted. "I'll do whatever it takes to save her."