It seems the gods are testing my commitment to the Legion.
Not content with bestowing upon me a brutal hangover, they’ve now gifted me the flu.
The first sign was the aching joints, followed by a fever that yo-yos up and down. Nausea hit this morning, and now my head feels like Mike Tyson has been using it as a speed bag. To say the last couple of days have been fun would be a stretch.
I’ve since exiled myself to the “Isolator” (fancy term for the spare room) to shield Lady Laura and Master Liam from this vile plague—courtesy of some little cretin whose name I shall one day curse.
At first, I did suspect an assassination attempt, but Lady Laura assures me I’m simply enjoying my role as your Overlord and Saviour.
Which, painful as it is to admit…
She might have a point.
Otherwise, I’d have cast her into the dungeons for such insolence.
(But then, who would feed me? Master Liam’s seasonless purée pouches would surely seal my fate. 🤢)
All of this to say:
No need to blow the war horn just yet, Legionnaire.
Hour by hour, I'm making my grand comeback.
I just need a couple more days of rest, and I'll be back to my witty, arrogant self.
In the meantime, I'm going to cough up a lung while I binge-watch Lord of the Rings. (There’s something about Frodo’s plight that makes me feel better about my own suffering.)
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