Losing a child

"What are you doing...?" A clot of blood spewed from King's mouth, restricting him from finishing off his remark at Eleanor.

"Don't fight it, my king!" Eleanor worriedly says, moving directly to him and she took his arms and held him properly.

King Spencer kept on spitting up blood into the sink, his large garment was already dabbed in blood and his lips too.

"You need to take a bath, my king!" Eleanor told, she sounded concerned about him.

King Spencer who had wanted to scold Eleanor simply for the first time —heed her words and he started to pull out his attire.

"I will dress the bed, my king!" Eleanor said again, she only wanted to give him the space he needed.

"Hm!" King Spencer slightly hums, pulling his garment.

Eleanor ogled slightly at his bare large back.

The King was enormous and mighty, his sculpture is farfetched and he looked like a dominant god.

Eleanor quickly snapped out of her reverie when she realized the king was narrowly staring, she gaped and bowed at him f