#royaltyborn

Stella looked down at Ben, her shoulders slumping as her head tilted in concern. He was going to work himself into the GROUND before he was twenty at this rate. King or not, he needed a break just as much as the next person. Her fingers brushed hair away from his eyes softly, her heart aching in her chest. Putting this much stress on him ... it wasn’t fair. He was still only a child! It felt like yesterday that she’d watched him running around with Audrey && Chad: young, carefree, light. Now he bore the weight of the world. “Benny-boo, you’ve got to go easier on yourself.” She murmured softly.

Stella won’t take no for an answer. He’s sick, and still trying to bury himself in work. Well she won’t let him. Hands settle firmly on his shoulders, pushing him back down on the couch as he tried to rise, and before he can try again she drapes a blanket over him. ❝ Benjamin Florian, I am not going to tell you again. Rest. Now. Or so help me, I will hide all your files.❞ Her voice has dropped it’s usually light, airy tone. Instead she’s adapted one she’s heard her aunt Cass use; one that left absolutely no room for arguments.