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"What's...that on your arm?" Morion asked as he spied some unusual marks on the Firenese king's forearms, hearing screams ringing down the halls.
"Oh, it's nothing. Kinda in season right now as well." Adam, the Firenese king, joked as he rubbed the teeth marks with his hand. He could hear his daughter shrieking her lungs off in an epic tantrum, unbridled by her stuffy nose.
"I...kinda get what you say now." The visiting king, Morion, said as he inferred that those were human bite marks.
"C'mon, let's get your fever down." Eve said as she wrestled with her daughter in the background, trying to pin her down for a rubdown. Céline resisted, kicking and screaming.
"I'd better go help out." Adam said as he left Morion with some snacks and a drink, along with his son Alfred who was only 6 years old.
"I have a younger son about your sister's age, maybe a little older." The maroon-haired man said to the little boy as they sat on the couch, trying to keep things going.
"Céline, please..." Eve pleaded as she pinned her daughter down, trying not to hurt her. Her husband came in and quickly pulled Céline's shirt off and wiped her down. By then, Céline had exhausted herself and was now much tamer and compliant. She soon fell asleep in her father's arms, breathing through her mouth.
"It seems like she's asleep. Yay." Alfred cheered quietly as he saw his mom come back to him with Céline napping in a pushchair.
"Kids with colds are comparable to our best troops in terms of strength." King Morion joked as he put the room at ease with his signature laughter, Adam shushing him before he wakes up his girl.
"Not really, Alfred's kinda more lethargic while Céline throws tantrums trying to forget about the discomfort."
"I'm guessing she bit you on the arm." Morion said, recalling some of his younger son's more epic tantrums that involved physical aggression.
"It seems like she's having trouble breathing..." Alfred noted as he pulled out a kerchief from his pocket and held it up to Céline's nose, as if she'd wake up and do the deed herself.
"Achoo!" Alfred was startled by his sister's sneeze, also getting stained by her slimy, green mucus.
"Eww! No, don't eat it!" Alfred interjected as he turned his nose at the green mass on his shirt, moments before trying to pull his sister's snotty hands from her mouth. King Morion, who'd intended to visit for a friendly chat, was now quite weirded out and his face showed it all.
"Yeah...somedays we're just like this - a normal family." These words seemed to ease the awkwardness in the room.
"And then Alfred's gonna catch the cold and pass it onto both of you as well. The end." King Morion said as he chuckled.
Yes, true to his word, the rest of the Firenese royal family caught the cold from Céline.