Sullivan ignored Damien, though he was still pretending to be fine, his efforts were now oblivious as he shook.
"What should I get you, Your Grace? Some medicines have been brewed to reduce the pain. I just didn't know that your health is this worse this soon."
He nodded before entangling his legs and sitting upright to look up at Damien, "You said you have something for me." His eyes went to the closed curtain and a little frown of anxiousness crept the middle of his brows. The day was getting brighter, the sun approaching more and despite the binding curtains, he could still feel the heat.
Previously, he could walk any time of day and do whatever he wanted which was a bit unlikely for others but since he was aged, he had superior abilities. Regrettably now, he was even becoming weaker than an average vampire; one who would be awake at night, however, completely weak during the day and try to abstain from the day heat.
"The scribbler of the books has been caught, Your Grace."
