Chapter 47: The war between Sigrid and Emmah begins.
Roland and Benjamin reacted at the same time, both of them bent down with anxious expressions on their faces.
"Emmah, are you okay, why are you spitting up blood again?" Roland asked.
Benjamin raised his head and shouted to the herald, "Send for a royal doctor."
They both hand one hand each on Emmah’s back, fighting for the opportunity to ease her pain, they were fussing like two mother cats fighting to help one kitten. Roland got his silk handkerchief and offered it to Emmah while Benjamin took away the blood stained one in Emmah’s hands.
"Water, someone bring a cup of water." Benjamin yelled.
Roland stripped off the white fur coat he had on and put it around Emmah, cocooning her as if the slightest breeze of wind would do her incredible harm. Benjamin meticulously adjusted Emmah in the wheelchair, checking the pillow which she was leaning against to ensure her comfort.
"Take it easy." he said.
His voice was soft and reassuring as he whispered the words of comfort, tapping her hands tenderly. The unconventional scene was wrapped up by Roland that checked Emmah’s temperature with his hand against her forehead, his expression a mix of concern and determination.
The two brothers behaved as if there was nobody in the hall except for the three of them because they had forgotten about the rest of the nobles in the court that were looking at them with disapproval.