A tough job for a skinny witch

Ayden who was about to take his sit from the tiredness that was engulfing him, had heard his maid say she wanted to say something to him. He wondered what she could possibly want to say, that made her have on her face a serious look.

Azalea who had watched how bad the poison was already affecting his standing posture, and the extremely tired expression he had on his face like someone who had not slept for days.

"I think you should rest, you look to tired to even stand straight," she quickly changed what she was really going to say, and went over to his bed to open the cloth covers for him to enter into.

"The queen wants you this time around to act really nice, and get to me right?" He asked sarcastically, and snatched the bed covers from her hand before laying down on his bed. He had forgotten that he didn't even lock the door for her to leave, and it was going to be a real hassle for him to stand up again.

"Do you want to go to the royal infirmary?" She asked him, concerned tha