"Prince William has fallen seriously ill."
Rayleigh stopped what he was doing, immediately running towards William's bedchambers. Ignoring the several shouts from his military strategies teacher.
He even used his mana just to run faster, his training with his teachers coming in handy as he utilized the mana to strengthen his muscles and kick off the ground harder.
Nearly slamming the door open, Rayleigh felt his heart sink at the sight.
His brother lay on his bed, his skin pale and sweaty. He was trembling slightly, breathing hard. A damp towel lay on his forehead as he wrestled with a fever. His hair looking dull. Their mother sat on a chair by the bedside, holding his hand worriedly. A man in a white robe stood next to him as well.
"Brother!"
William opened his eyes briefly, giving a small smile as he saw his younger brother's appearance. Able to tell that he had rushed all the way here.
"You shouldn't...run in the palace halls...you might...trip."
