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Herbert's throat was so sore.
His lymph nodes- Or at least something in that general area- Were unbelievably swollen and, every time he swallowed, a wave of stinging pain radiated through his throat and neck.
His sinuses were starting to act up as well, with his nose running and becoming stuffed up on one side. No matter how much rest he got, the illness wouldn't leave, and a fever had been persistently bothering him for days, leaving him shaky and sweaty.
Lancelot took care of him, attending to all his needs in a way that he was not familiar with despite the fact that he was a prince. You'd think, with his royal background, that he'd be used to being pampered during times of illness, but that simply wasn't the case.
No, his father had never cared about his needs and, so, whenever he would grow ill, he was simply locked up in his tower and left to his own devices.
Having someone who not only cared about him when he was ill but also cared for him was nothing short of amazing and he was endlessly grateful for Lancelot doing so.
He felt horrendous but, with his husband looking after him, he knew he'd be okay.