''He's frail.''
''Ofcourse prince, he is but a baby.
How old did you say he is?''
''Right now, almost a week.''
Father spoke, he sounded weak as if finally having room to breath.
''When did he show signs of illness?''
This time it was mother that spoke, slightly less quarded but noticeable still there.
''Three days ago.''
Hands prodded him, checked various things, even lifting his eyelids and lips in search for something.
''What about yourself?
You gave birth, a thing that hasn't happened in a hundred and so years.''
''....It was scary, this is scary...''
''You did well,amazingly so.
If there's anything amiss, please let me know.''
A door opened, it sounded heavy.
''Well Cole, is it real?''
The king had a way of voicing things, that was obvious.
''Yes, your majesty.
A full blooded vampire, who is physically alright.''
''What else?''
''Well, there is something wrong with his mana.
It's as if... it's missing a part."
"What does that mean?!"
Father sounded distraught, weird.
"It needs something and his very being is searching for it.
But we have no knowing what it is."
"What can we do?"
It was mother who sounded composed this time.
"Until we do know what it is, he shall remain in this state. Neither unresponsive but not lively either"
That's not so bad, he didn't want to wake yet.
Let's stay like this.
Ignoring the bad feelings as sobs arose, he let him slip back into that addicted void.