"Fenrar! My dear Fenrar! You're my doctor-in-training, not my Mam or grandmother." Prince O'Neil complained loudly.
"Your Imperial Highness, this is for your own good." Miss Fenrar was conducting a weekly check-up with the young Prince. She knew the kid's health wasn't the best. His injuries would cause all sort of side effects if not treated well.
"Your Highness, I have to say, if you continue to smoke tobacco and binge on alcohol, you may not heal completely forever."
"Is it?" Oscar stretched a little, but his attention fell on the doctor-in-training's beauty. "Fenrar, do you think you can make this regain its vigor?" The chubby kid pointed at the organ slumped between his legs; he wasn't wearing anything during the check-up.
Fenrar gave it a glance. She's not afraid of a man's lethal weapon, but since it is lethal, she would rather avoid it when she can.
