"Brother Magnus," his brother Mattias said with a warm, beaming smile, trying to sit up from the bed he was lying on. His eyes were full of worry as he glanced around the room, taking in his surroundings.
"How are you feeling?" Magnus asked his brother. He was concerned about Mattias’ well-being and wanted to ensure he was alright.
"Guess I can't even walk anymore," Mattias joked worriedly, then laughed softly. "Can you peel an orange for me?" he asked Magnus, looking at the oranges on the table with concern.
"Your coronation will be later," he said, with a hint of anxiousness in his voice, then took an orange and slowly peeled it, his hands trembling the entire time.
Magnus stopped peeling oranges, feeling a pang of worry in his stomach as he heard what he said - "What if I can't? If
