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Varian
There's no doubt in his mind that the time he’s spent in the prison cell with the stone leaching heat from his bones has undoubtedly affected his health. After his time in the blizzard, he's had stiff and sore bones whenever the weather took even a slight turn. The majority of his days are spent laying on the poor excuse of a bed trying to not make the aches act up, moving was out of the question. He's given up on trying to eat the food as it was always so far away, the only things he's eaten in weeks were whatever Ruddigar brought to him.
Thankfully he’s been placed in solitary, for now, and even better than Ruddigar was still allowed in the cell with him. The rodent can come and please as he wishes through the bars, he’s been leaving for longer, well at least from what Varian could tell. The only telling of passing time was the change of the guards, one for the morning shift, one for the night, each switch they take the empty plater.
Going by this time it’s been about three days since Ruddigar has come back to visit, not that he can't blame the raccoon, it’s not like he’s treated his friend well. He must have forgotten the pitiful boy, now he can only lay looking at the counted stone ceiling wondering when the guards will forget about him. He pushes past the soreness of his bones, the grating sound of the chains, to hug himself. All he could do is think of his dad giving him a warm embrace, in a time when he wasn't a fuck up of a child, where he could prove his worth.
To the sound of the wet coughing from a faraway prisoner, Varian rubs his hand over his body to soothe himself into a falsely calm sleep.
Pete
It was a terrifying task watching a kid who had, not too long ago, nearly taken down the whole kingdom. But any fight the alchemist had lost within less than a month of him being in the cell, was a worrying thing to watch, as with each passing day any movement he made looked pained. He stayed on the bed, which was about two weeks ago, he's barely moved from the spot.
It was worrying as every time he’s time to guard the cell he had to take away the fairly untouched tray of food. At least the water was gone, but he could never tell if it was the raccoon or the kid. He sometimes wished that he could get into the cell to take care of the kid, get him to eat, hell even checking if he's alive would calm his nerves.
So a week later when it was time for the monthly reports to the royals to come around he was more than ready to give them the report. So Pete fills out the required chart, the only other thing that's needed was to get the report of the other guard, easy enough, he makes his way down the hall to run into Stan who was on his way to switch duties.
“Hey, Stan!” They greeted me with a quick hug “I got the report for Varian, need you to fill out your side before I bring it up.”
“That stupid kid, can't decide if I hate him or just pity him.” There was obvious resentment toward the kid. The kingdom's livelihood was at stake because a little meltdown of a kid brought so much damage. “There,” Steve pushed the paper to him, done with the report “make sure he gets some help.” There he is, the loving man who took his heart, but seeing a child waste away in a cell isn't something they like to think about.
With a nod at his love Pete made his way to the queen's private library, the most likely place to find her this late at night. Bingo, she was sitting in a cozy little corner by the window that had a wonderful view of the garden. Catching her attention she proceeds to wave him over to sit on the extravagant couch, he bows and joins. “I presume this meeting is about the alchemist.” she doesn't say it like a question, she knows why, she's holding back worry.
“Yes, he's been very docile. But that comes with the concern of his health.” Intently the queen listens, “He hasn't left his bed, only eats what the raccoon brings him, at least he always seems to drink all the water given.” Adminitly he blurted it out too fast, but it was hard to take this professionally when you have to report to a moving queen. Her steps filled with purpose, taking the one hall going back to where Pete just came, she was going to see Varian.
Arianna
To say she was furious with the information about the kid her husband said he’ll take care of was being courteous. Pete hastily tells her information about Varian's condition as she rushes her way through the prison halls. All till she reads the number that was assigned to the kid, waving to Stan in a rushed greeting, she slows down and takes a look inside. There he was as she was told, laying on the bed, he looked to be asleep as he did not react to the sounds of people coming.
“Stan, Pete. Does one of you have the keys to his cell?” They both looked at each other as if they were about to protest, something about how hot Fredric said she isn't even supposed to be down here. Yet they kept their mouths shut as Stan held the keys out to her. Without hesitation she opened the door, this sound at least seemed to waken the boy, even if the only way of telling was a subtle flinch.
As she got closer the poor condition he was in became more blaring, he was always a small kid but now he more closely resembled an emaciated body than the kid he was. Watching him shake under her gaze filled her with pain, no kid should ever be treated like this. She picked up the scaringly light kid causing him to squirm in her arms, his eyes kept up to her and all she could see was fear. Looking at the guards they seemed to understand what to do now, as if the two have been waiting for this they make their way to the infirmary. Arianna carefully walked to where the prepared bed was, all the way telling the kid reassurances.
Varian
Everything felt odd, like not in a bad way odd, it was warm and nothing hurt. Who knows maybe he died in that dingy cell and is now able to lay dead in bliss. The feeling was overthrown by overwhelming itchiness, angrily he looked down at his wrists that instead of being pinched by the cuffs were covered by bandages.
“Try not to scratch at them dear, they've only just started healing correctly.” The sudden sound shocked him, even more, surprise as he looked up he was greeted by the Queen herself by his side. Shit, she was going to now announce his execution, why else would someone of power that he threatened by here? Here is what looks like an infirmary, but the royals probably want him presentable before they behead him.
Gazing back up to the queen ready for the news he was once again surprised to find no ill will in her eyes. She moved to pat his head, but too fast he couldn't help but to flinch back, so retreating she takes a moment to show she was not a threat before talking. “Varian I talked to the king, your prison sentence has been temporarily lifted.” he tilted his head in confusion, “at least till you heal, well talk about it more later. Until then get some rest, there's nothing you need to worry about.”