The poor boy threw up several days worth of food, as I comforted him and wiped his mouth, him heavily panting. He coughed, so I let him bury his face into my bosom, rubbing his head and back as he cried. He was on his knees and I was on my feet, but shorter than him. He wailed for hours during that rainy night, finally falling asleep when I piggybacked him, rocking him like an infant. He fell asleep instantly when I started rocking him, and so I put him into bed. The freckles that covered his entire body stuck out while he was still pale from the Gore earlier, so when he fussed, I gave him water with a straw and a cup. He fell asleep after those sips of water each time. When he finally woke, he looked like he was going to throw up again, retching air until he heavily pants. He shushed once I stroked his forehead and sung a nursery rhyme lullaby. He slept a lot, until I brought in a medium texture, perfectly filling broth soup for his stomach. I lifted him up, spoon-feeding him as I calms down, his hunger satisfied. He actually showed signs of nap time, tired enough to fall asleep on his own.
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Can't A Demon Lord's Daughter Just Have Some Peace From Everyone?!
FantasyThe young to-be-wed princess was caught in a relationship with a demon Lord who lived a few towns away. She was 8 months pregnant with the demon Lord's child, and so the king banished the demon Lord and due to usual tradition, the princess is stuck...
