Chapter 75: Non Medical Symptoms
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CHAPTER 75
The already dim room looked more gloomy and more of a desolate place with the way the atmosphere was.
For a moment there, the man wearing a blue tunic and black big pants with a white apron over his outfit felt like he was thrown into the graveyard or the zombie land.
What had happened to the life that was once there?
He was sent for, yet he did not see the one who had sent for him. It was the second time in his life that he had entered the king's chambers with the place barely looking alive as well.
Just then he heard an owl hoot and felt his heart jump into his throat. This was on another level of worrying.
He never would have come here of not that it was an order but who was he to disobey? Back then, when he had come, the king had just lost his father and was brought to stay in his late father's room.
It had been devastating and depriving enough for him. He was still young and but a boy but he already had the appetite for killing.
He was informed then that the young child had not eaten and was losing strength due to the loss of the only family he had left. So he had to go checkup on him.
Taking slow steps inside he tried to search for the king and the memory replayed again.
Like last time, when he came into this danger zone, he did not hear any weeping sound just the hooting of an owl and when he searched and searched, he finally found the young king seated on the ground behind the wardrobe.
One would have expected him to cry or weep, but he did no such thing. Rather he had the land map in his hand and he studied it. Beside him was another big not so plain sheet as she restrategized and began to plan his take over.
It was shocking for him, the physician but what more could he do? He saw it then as a way for the child trying to escape the psychological trauma he was in. Little did he know that the little king would grow up and become a monster whose name brought terror upon been spoken of.
Just like last time, he went towards the wardrobe to check and to his surprise, he saw the king, a fully grown man sitting on the ground behind his wardrobe with a toy in his hand.
On a closer look, he confirmed what it was. It was one of the strategizing pieces for the battles plan.
'No change, huh. Oh Etheria, what have you done to deserve such a king," the royal physician thought within him.
As quickly as possible, he wiped those thoughts from his mind and cleared his throat.
"Ahem!" Vidor did not bother to look up and see who it was. He already knew and was waiting for him.
"Greetings your majesty, you sent for me." He straightened his old back and awaited a response but got none. So he probed again. majesty, I…"
"I know. I sent for you after all, didn't I?"
Vidor's masculine voice, coupled up with the eerie feeling in the room did not help matters in making the physician scared. Sensing this, Vidor scoffed and then stood up.
"I see his majesty was busy studying and planning battle strategies, like last time," the physician voiced out thoughtfully.
"Wait," Vidor paused and then looked at the physician from the corners of the eyes. It was now his mind took him down memory lane and he recalled the incident that the royal geezer spoke of.
"Ah… Such long times indeed."
Walking away, he made his way to his living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for the physician to come to do his work.
Without being told, he followed after Vidor and stopped when he did. Slowly he dropped his toolbox and then took some steps towards him to where he sat.
"My King. What reasons do you request or require my help?" He asked. He needed to be sure what his purpose was here for. He did not like his feeling and wanted nothing with being here. So the faster he attended to the king, the faster his dismissal.
"Nothing much. I do not require the use of those." He pointed at his toolbox, causing the man to stop what he was doing.
By now his fingers were already dancing on the toolbox. "Okay, as his majesty wishes."
"Great. Please, do have a seat," Vidor beckoned on him.
Once he was fully seated, Vidor uncrossed his legs and sat straight. It was time to mean business. There was no need to beat around the bush.
He was already sick and tired of the problem that he had. The reason why his room was looking lifeless now was that he was almost giving up and going mental with the Vemini constant appearing and disappearing.
To an extent, he wondered how he had managed to remain sane until now.
"I called you here today, probably not to make you use those syringes on me but to… sigh"
He knew he wasn't making any sense now but what and where was he to start from and tell the royal physician.
"Do not worry, my king. Just explain what is wrong and if it is something I can treat, I would very much give my best and all to do so."
He inhaled deeply, allowing his chest to rise at will and fall. He did that a couple more times and when he felt more okay, he began.
"Indeed I need help," Vidor began. He brushed his nostrils with his hand and let out another sigh. "A lot has been going on since."
"Okay. Then can you state it? Like what are the symptoms and all that?"
"Okay, yes. I have been hearing voices. I know you would think I am going mad or something but I have always heard them, especially since killing her village people."
"Who? The queen?"
"No. Vemini, the witch."
"Oh… So his majesty feels he is cursed/"
"No. That is not it. She makes it her point of duty to always remind me of those days. Now, I have a queen and I have ordered for the annihilation of her people of which she is still suffering from."
"Yes?"
He did not understand the relationship or where the king was going from there but all he could do was nod.
"So, I do not know, anytime I am alone or woking, thoughts of her keep popping up in my mind. It is tiring because I do not want to see her or have anything to do with her but I cannot help it."
"Hmm, interesting," the royal physician commented absentmindedly.
"My point exactly. So, I have tried to ignore it but when I recall the pain and sorrow she is going through, I feel an aching pain here." He pointed at his heart area for emphasis.
Nodding his head, the royal physician replied. "Okay."
"And lately, I have been thinking about our wedding day so much. When I do, I tend to feel at ease especially recalling her beauty but then again, when I do, sometimes a sharp pain curse through my heart again. Most times it is so painful; that it feels as though my heart would cut."
"Wow."
"Yes and then at times when I am happy ad this pain comes, I hear her laughter in the background, telling me my doom is near and all. It is like the only way and manner I can feel free, she takes it away and then I am faced with the reality and memories of what I did to Era and then the pains resume."
"Your majesty…" the physician began but before he could do or say anything anymore, the king had shifted out of his seat and began.
"I do not understand this. It has never happened before. Even four days ago when I wanted to sleep, I couldn't get her off my mind and wanted to check up on her."
"Did you go?"
"I did and luckily her Lady Royal wasn't there so I went in. We spoke but it did not end well. I was well angry but I still felt so much pain when I was the one she spoke rudely to. Why are all these things… Gosh! This is terrible!"
He flung his hands up in the air, resigning completely to his cursed fate.
After some thought on the matter, the royal physician smiled at him. "I know the cause of your problem or basically what the problem is."
"You do?" His eyes gleamed with hope, instantly.
"Yes and I am glad to say, it is not something to be treated with injections and drugs."
"If not then what? Meaning you cannot help me?" Vidor asked shifting further out and gripping the physician's hands. "Please, help me."
"I will, dear king. It is but a small matter and one to be joyous for."
"Huh?"
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CHAPTER 75
The already dim room looked more gloomy and more of a desolate place with the way the atmosphere was.
For a moment there, the man wearing a blue tunic and black big pants with a white apron over his outfit felt like he was thrown into the graveyard or the zombie land.
What had happened to the life that was once there?
He was sent for, yet he did not see the one who had sent for him. It was the second time in his life that he had entered the king's chambers with the place barely looking alive as well.
Just then he heard an owl hoot and felt his heart jump into his throat. This was on another level of worrying.
He never would have come here of not that it was an order but who was he to disobey? Back then, when he had come, the king had just lost his father and was brought to stay in his late father's room.
It had been devastating and depriving enough for him. He was still young and but a boy but he already had the appetite for killing.
He was informed then that the young child had not eaten and was losing strength due to the loss of the only family he had left. So he had to go checkup on him.
Taking slow steps inside he tried to search for the king and the memory replayed again.
Like last time, when he came into this danger zone, he did not hear any weeping sound just the hooting of an owl and when he searched and searched, he finally found the young king seated on the ground behind the wardrobe.
One would have expected him to cry or weep, but he did no such thing. Rather he had the land map in his hand and he studied it. Beside him was another big not so plain sheet as she restrategized and began to plan his take over.
It was shocking for him, the physician but what more could he do? He saw it then as a way for the child trying to escape the psychological trauma he was in. Little did he know that the little king would grow up and become a monster whose name brought terror upon been spoken of.
Just like last time, he went towards the wardrobe to check and to his surprise, he saw the king, a fully grown man sitting on the ground behind his wardrobe with a toy in his hand.
On a closer look, he confirmed what it was. It was one of the strategizing pieces for the battles plan.
'No change, huh. Oh Etheria, what have you done to deserve such a king," the royal physician thought within him.
As quickly as possible, he wiped those thoughts from his mind and cleared his throat.
"Ahem!" Vidor did not bother to look up and see who it was. He already knew and was waiting for him.
"Greetings your majesty, you sent for me." He straightened his old back and awaited a response but got none. So he probed again. majesty, I…"
"I know. I sent for you after all, didn't I?"
Vidor's masculine voice, coupled up with the eerie feeling in the room did not help matters in making the physician scared. Sensing this, Vidor scoffed and then stood up.
"I see his majesty was busy studying and planning battle strategies, like last time," the physician voiced out thoughtfully.
"Wait," Vidor paused and then looked at the physician from the corners of the eyes. It was now his mind took him down memory lane and he recalled the incident that the royal geezer spoke of.
"Ah… Such long times indeed."
Walking away, he made his way to his living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for the physician to come to do his work.
Without being told, he followed after Vidor and stopped when he did. Slowly he dropped his toolbox and then took some steps towards him to where he sat.
"My King. What reasons do you request or require my help?" He asked. He needed to be sure what his purpose was here for. He did not like his feeling and wanted nothing with being here. So the faster he attended to the king, the faster his dismissal.
"Nothing much. I do not require the use of those." He pointed at his toolbox, causing the man to stop what he was doing.
By now his fingers were already dancing on the toolbox. "Okay, as his majesty wishes."
"Great. Please, do have a seat," Vidor beckoned on him.
Once he was fully seated, Vidor uncrossed his legs and sat straight. It was time to mean business. There was no need to beat around the bush.
He was already sick and tired of the problem that he had. The reason why his room was looking lifeless now was that he was almost giving up and going mental with the Vemini constant appearing and disappearing.
To an extent, he wondered how he had managed to remain sane until now.
"I called you here today, probably not to make you use those syringes on me but to… sigh"
He knew he wasn't making any sense now but what and where was he to start from and tell the royal physician.
"Do not worry, my king. Just explain what is wrong and if it is something I can treat, I would very much give my best and all to do so."
He inhaled deeply, allowing his chest to rise at will and fall. He did that a couple more times and when he felt more okay, he began.
"Indeed I need help," Vidor began. He brushed his nostrils with his hand and let out another sigh. "A lot has been going on since."
"Okay. Then can you state it? Like what are the symptoms and all that?"
"Okay, yes. I have been hearing voices. I know you would think I am going mad or something but I have always heard them, especially since killing her village people."
"Who? The queen?"
"No. Vemini, the witch."
"Oh… So his majesty feels he is cursed/"
"No. That is not it. She makes it her point of duty to always remind me of those days. Now, I have a queen and I have ordered for the annihilation of her people of which she is still suffering from."
"Yes?"
He did not understand the relationship or where the king was going from there but all he could do was nod.
"So, I do not know, anytime I am alone or woking, thoughts of her keep popping up in my mind. It is tiring because I do not want to see her or have anything to do with her but I cannot help it."
"Hmm, interesting," the royal physician commented absentmindedly.
"My point exactly. So, I have tried to ignore it but when I recall the pain and sorrow she is going through, I feel an aching pain here." He pointed at his heart area for emphasis.
Nodding his head, the royal physician replied. "Okay."
"And lately, I have been thinking about our wedding day so much. When I do, I tend to feel at ease especially recalling her beauty but then again, when I do, sometimes a sharp pain curse through my heart again. Most times it is so painful; that it feels as though my heart would cut."
"Wow."
"Yes and then at times when I am happy ad this pain comes, I hear her laughter in the background, telling me my doom is near and all. It is like the only way and manner I can feel free, she takes it away and then I am faced with the reality and memories of what I did to Era and then the pains resume."
"Your majesty…" the physician began but before he could do or say anything anymore, the king had shifted out of his seat and began.
"I do not understand this. It has never happened before. Even four days ago when I wanted to sleep, I couldn't get her off my mind and wanted to check up on her."
"Did you go?"
"I did and luckily her Lady Royal wasn't there so I went in. We spoke but it did not end well. I was well angry but I still felt so much pain when I was the one she spoke rudely to. Why are all these things… Gosh! This is terrible!"
He flung his hands up in the air, resigning completely to his cursed fate.
After some thought on the matter, the royal physician smiled at him. "I know the cause of your problem or basically what the problem is."
"You do?" His eyes gleamed with hope, instantly.
"Yes and I am glad to say, it is not something to be treated with injections and drugs."
"If not then what? Meaning you cannot help me?" Vidor asked shifting further out and gripping the physician's hands. "Please, help me."
"I will, dear king. It is but a small matter and one to be joyous for."
"Huh?"
************CHAPTER 75The already dim room looked more gloomy and more of a desolate place with the way the atmosphere was.For a moment there, the man wearing a blue tunic and black big pants with a white apron over his outfit felt like he was thrown into the graveyard or the zombie land.What had happened to the life that was once there?He was sent for, yet he did not see the one who had sent for him. It was the second time in his life that he had entered the king's chambers with the place barely looking alive as well.Just then he heard an owl hoot and felt his heart jump into his throat. This was on another level of worrying.He never would have come here of not that it was an order but who was he to disobey? Back then, when he had come, the king had just lost his father and was brought to stay in his late father's room.It had been devastating and depriving enough for him. He was still young and but a boy but he already had the appetite for killing.He was informed then that the young child had not eaten and was losing strength due to the loss of the only family he had left. So he had to go checkup on him.Taking slow steps inside he tried to search for the king and the memory replayed again.Like last time, when he came into this danger zone, he did not hear any weeping sound just the hooting of an owl and when he searched and searched, he finally found the young king seated on the ground behind the wardrobe.One would have expected him to cry or weep, but he did no such thing. Rather he had the land map in his hand and he studied it. Beside him was another big not so plain sheet as she restrategized and began to plan his take over.It was shocking for him, the physician but what more could he do? He saw it then as a way for the child trying to escape the psychological trauma he was in. Little did he know that the little king would grow up and become a monster whose name brought terror upon been spoken of.Just like last time, he went towards the wardrobe to check and to his surprise, he saw the king, a fully grown man sitting on the ground behind his wardrobe with a toy in his hand.On a closer look, he confirmed what it was. It was one of the strategizing pieces for the battles plan.'No change, huh. Oh Etheria, what have you done to deserve such a king," the royal physician thought within him.As quickly as possible, he wiped those thoughts from his mind and cleared his throat."Ahem!" Vidor did not bother to look up and see who it was. He already knew and was waiting for him."Greetings your majesty, you sent for me." He straightened his old back and awaited a response but got none. So he probed again. majesty, I""I know. I sent for you after all, didn't I?"Vidor's masculine voice, coupled up with the eerie feeling in the room did not help matters in making the physician scared. Sensing this, Vidor scoffed and then stood up."I see his majesty was busy studying and planning battle strategies, like last time," the physician voiced out thoughtfully."Wait," Vidor paused and then looked at the physician from the corners of the eyes. It was now his mind took him down memory lane and he recalled the incident that the royal geezer spoke of."Ah Such long times indeed."Walking away, he made his way to his living room and sat down on the couch, waiting for the physician to come to do his work.Without being told, he followed after Vidor and stopped when he did. Slowly he dropped his toolbox and then took some steps towards him to where he sat."My King. What reasons do you request or require my help?" He asked. He needed to be sure what his purpose was here for. He did not like his feeling and wanted nothing with being here. So the faster he attended to the king, the faster his dismissal."Nothing much. I do not require the use of those." He pointed at his toolbox, causing the man to stop what he was doing.By now his fingers were already dancing on the toolbox. "Okay, as his majesty wishes.""Great. Please, do have a seat," Vidor beckoned on him.Once he was fully seated, Vidor uncrossed his legs and sat straight. It was time to mean business. There was no need to beat around the bush.He was already sick and tired of the problem that he had. The reason why his room was looking lifeless now was that he was almost giving up and going mental with the Vemini constant appearing and disappearing.To an extent, he wondered how he had managed to remain sane until now. "I called you here today, probably not to make you use those syringes on me but to sigh"He knew he wasn't making any sense now but what and where was he to start from and tell the royal physician."Do not worry, my king. Just explain what is wrong and if it is something I can treat, I would very much give my best and all to do so."He inhaled deeply, allowing his chest to rise at will and fall. He did that a couple more times and when he felt more okay, he began."Indeed I need help," Vidor began. He brushed his nostrils with his hand and let out another sigh. "A lot has been going on since.""Okay. Then can you state it? Like what are the symptoms and all that?""Okay, yes. I have been hearing voices. I know you would think I am going mad or something but I have always heard them, especially since killing her village people.""Who? The queen?""No. Vemini, the witch.""Oh So his majesty feels he is cursed/""No. That is not it. She makes it her point of duty to always remind me of those days. Now, I have a queen and I have ordered for the annihilation of her people of which she is still suffering from.""Yes?"He did not understand the relationship or where the king was going from there but all he could do was nod."So, I do not know, anytime I am alone or woking, thoughts of her keep popping up in my mind. It is tiring because I do not want to see her or have anything to do with her but I cannot help it.""Hmm, interesting," the royal physician commented absentmindedly."My point exactly. So, I have tried to ignore it but when I recall the pain and sorrow she is going through, I feel an aching pain here." He pointed at his heart area for emphasis.Nodding his head, the royal physician replied. "Okay.""And lately, I have been thinking about our wedding day so much. When I do, I tend to feel at ease especially recalling her beauty but then again, when I do, sometimes a sharp pain curse through my heart again. Most times it is so painful; that it feels as though my heart would cut.""Wow.""Yes and then at times when I am happy ad this pain comes, I hear her laughter in the background, telling me my doom is near and all. It is like the only way and manner I can feel free, she takes it away and then I am faced with the reality and memories of what I did to Era and then the pains resume.""Your majesty" the physician began but before he could do or say anything anymore, the king had shifted out of his seat and began."I do not understand this. It has never happened before. Even four days ago when I wanted to sleep, I couldn't get her off my mind and wanted to check up on her.""Did you go?""I did and luckily her Lady Royal wasn't there so I went in. We spoke but it did not end well. I was well angry but I still felt so much pain when I was the one she spoke rudely to. Why are all these things Gosh! This is terrible!"He flung his hands up in the air, resigning completely to his cursed fate.After some thought on the matter, the royal physician smiled at him. "I know the cause of your problem or basically what the problem is.""You do?" His eyes gleamed with hope, instantly."Yes and I am glad to say, it is not something to be treated with injections and drugs.""If not then what? Meaning you cannot help me?" Vidor asked shifting further out and gripping the physician's hands. "Please, help me.""I will, dear king. It is but a small matter and one to be joyous for.""Huh?"
