During the night, I toss and turn. I cannot sleep thinking of the truth I now know. The kings haven’t stopped caring about the kingdom, but Rory is sick and might be dying. I don’t understand why they have kept the illness a secret. That they cannot do their best hurts as much as they do not want to help those who suffer.
It’s not their fault, but something must be done. If people knew about the illness, some might have stepped up. I can’t help but wonder if this happened with the kings in the past. Did they, too, suffer from this mysterious illness?
And if they know this illness might come, why haven’t they mated already? They are old enough to father their own children. There wouldn’t have been a problem like this if they had children to pass the title to. That’s too late now, anyway.
