Finally, you little brats came to visit me! I was telling you the story and you up and left before I could continue the story! Hush, you lot! It's been two years since you decided to visit your old and aging grandmother. The cookies are in the oven dearies. I SAID TO HUSH IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THE STORY! Now, where was I?
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Alfred woke up in the softest thing ever and was warm. It was a strange sensation. Arthur was sitting in a chair, reading a book and observing Alfred. An attendant came in with two breakfast trays and placed them by the Queen without looking at Alfred. Alfred felt his stomach growl as Arthur looked into his impossibly Spadian blue eyes.
"Come here, Alfred." Arthur watched as Alfred almost fell out of the bed to obey his command. Alfred kneeled in front of the Queen, wishing some of the food would be given to him.
"I want you to sit in the chair next to me where one of the trays are at. Eat as much as you can without feeling sick. I expect you to eat snacks halfway between meal times and continue to eat at at all three meals." Arthur heard a whispered yes master. "I am not your master, Alfred. I am your husband, protector, and I will do everything to make you happy." Alfred nodded weakly and sat in the chair, eating only a few bites before he was stuffed. Matthew came and retrieved him after Arthur had dressed him.
"Do you know how to read, my King?" Matthew sighed when Alfred shook his head no. "Alright. We can fix that. Matthias and I will be teaching you."
Remember that this is no happily ever after...