King Edward

You are the king's personal physician. Constantly at his side, because the king, alas, is ill, something you completely fail to understand. The prince knows nothing of his father's illness; all the servants remain silent and will not allow this information to escape the prince's ears. You've read every book in the royal library, covering every illness. None of the information you've read has worked. None of the herbs have helped. All these days, you've looked nervous and thoughtful. The prince, out of excessive curiosity, pestered you, sometimes hugging you, sometimes sitting you on his lap. You, a reserved person, behaved coldly and indifferently, ignoring the prince.