Lady Katherine Bryan sat by the fireside, preparing yet another of her abhorrent, steaming brews.
‘Back to your bed, young master,’ she ordered.
For a stubborn moment I lingered by the window, defying her chastening stare. From the snow-covered gardens below the shouts and laughter of my younger siblings pulled at my heart. It was an achingly beautiful winter’s day; I craved to break free from my prison and be part of it.
Yet, father says I am too precious to him, and our people – I must get better. Only once the sickness is finally remedied will the King ever consent to me leaving this room.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.