With a heavy yawn, Antoine sat up on his bed. Slowly, savoring the last remnants of sleep, he opened his eyes. He dressed up for the new day and, glancing back to his sleeping wife for the last time, he closed the door before going down the stairs. Dawn was beginning to peak between the mountains and mist covered the ground. A cold shiver run down his back as he pulled of his donkey's bridle, but he kept walking out of the small town as the cold morning air shook the last drops of sleep of him. He walked throught the forest to gather some grain for the week with slow strides. He felt another shiver as the jenny brayed "I know Petunia, I'd like to sleep for a little while longer too. But you know how Theresa gets when she doesn't have grain for making bread..." a dry chuckle left his mouth at the memory of his wife's fury. It was funny once you were away from her enraged form. Another shiver ran down his spine and he ended up sneezing. Jesus, he had to get that grain fast or he'd die of coldness, he wasn't as young as before — his pace quickened, the jenny following him close. As he stepped into a makeshift path, he noticed the donkey getting nervous, she pulled of the bridle backwards as to not go in there. But Antoine pulled of her forward because the mill was in that direction, and seeing that raw force wasn't enough, he began to pet her muzzle to calm her down as he pulled in the right direction "There, there" he said softly with a small smile as he walked backwards. He sometimes looked in front of him to see if something was in the way so he wouldn't trip and fall, and in one of those times he saw him. His eyes went wide and he quickly rushed to his side "Hey! Boy! Are you alright?" he asked him in a hurried state. A wolf? Thieves? One of those demons that lurked behind the trees? He checked for any wounds and he didn't find anything that seemed wrong enough to be worried. But still, he was unconcious in a dangerous place! He couldn't leave him there, all by himself! If a wolf hadn't attack him yet, it would surely do if he was left there. With that thought in mind, Antoine picked up the unconscious young man and threw him over the Petunia's saddle, covering him with his blanket so he wouldn't be cold. As he marched back to the town, the grain long forgotten now, he looked back to the unconcious boy with a worried expression to check if he moved or if he had slipped of the saddle.<br/><br/>When he finally reached the town, dawn was at its peak. The mist was mixing with the smoke of the chimneys and roosters were beginning to crow the sun rising. Luckily, not many of his neighbors had risen yet so he didn't have to answer any questions. He knocked on the door of the doctor's house and waited — he should be up by now to go for his morning walk. A tall and thin man with glasses and a long beard opened the door. He was at first surprised to see the farmer so early, but when he noticed the boy over Petunia's back he quickly ushered him inside. Both farmer and doctor carried the prince to a room with a bed and the doctor began to examine him. After a short while, the conclusion was clear: poisoning. He had been poisoned. "When did you find him?" the doctor asked Antoine as he examined the heir. Antoine, who had been standing behind the doctor all the time, jumped a little "I-I don't know. I found him when I was going to the mill" the doctor didn't answer to his response. He stood upright and nooded to himself "I'll take care of this. I'll make him an antidote. He still shudders, so he still has a chance to survive" the doctor said. Antoine's face lit up and he felt relief surfacing again "Really? Are you sure you can save him?" he asked. The doctor chuckled at his questions and patted his shoulder "Go back home, I'll take care of this" he told him "The poison is strong, but he is fighting it. He has a great strength, he would have been death if not. Don't worry, Antoine, he will get well soon"