A bitter king and his slave

"My king!" Eleanor cried out, rushing down to the king who spread motionless on the marble bare floors beside the bed.

"Ugh!" King Spencer deeply groaned on the floor, his head was aching and his eyes were boiling in pain.

Eleanor quickly knelt beside him, gripping his arms as she struggle to lift him to his bed —It wasn't an easy task for her, but she strongly pull through.

Luckily, she was able to raise him and let him collapse flatly on his king-sized ed.

"My king..." Eleanor called again worriedly, she simply watched as the king kept on tossing on his bed, his hair covering his pretty face.

"Go away!" King Spencer suddenly growled, causing Eleanor to flinch and she took a step backward.

"N-no, my king!" Eleanor manages to courageously protest "I can't leave you in this bad health!" She added, wanting to move closer to him.

"Listen, you are my slave, huh! Just leave my room before I assault you!" The king warned, but his slave was reluctant to leave him alone to wallow in