《MAYA, my love》


 CHAPTER 1

    The tune was unmistakably sorrowful, a melody he had not forgotten. It was her. Driven by urgency, he raced toward the source of the music, desperate to verify with his own eyes that she was still alive. As he approached, the desperation intensified. The melody, once familiar, now seemed even more agonizing. Her playing that previously conveyed a profound sense of rebellion and resistance, today, however, was merely tinged with sadness, yet he was certain it was her. No one else could play with such poignant beauty.


    He pressed on, trying to reach the sound as swiftly as possible. The music emanated from a small chapel, abandoned for some time. Few visited it now; it stood far from the main grounds and was far less impressive compared to the other buildings. He paused at the chapel''s front door, his breath shallow, face pale, and heart racing with apprehension. What if it wasn''t her? What if he was wrong? What if she had died, as in all the haunting nightmares that had plagued him? He recalled the vivid image of her lifeless body, the pallor of her face, and the bluish tint of her veins. The memory was etched deeply in his mind. No, he had to enter and see for himself.


    His hands trembled slightly as he grasped the handle. He pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside. His heart pounded against his chest, and nausea threatened to overtake him. As he entered, he halted abruptly. He saw. There she was, at the front of the sanctuary on the stage. The feminine silhouette stood there with the same grace as always, her fingers moving with skilled precision on the violin. The dim moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows illuminated her form. He couldn''t see her face clearly, so he moved closer, his steps deliberate and hesitant.


    As he drew nearer, he saw her expression¡ªthe same look of pain and resentment. Yet, something had changed. The defiant resistance was absent, replaced by a bitter acceptance that rendered the scene even more tragic. He stood there, frozen, as though she weren''t real.


    She remained unaware of his presence, her eyes closed as she immersed herself in her performance, pouring her emotions into the music. Each note seemed to amplify her sorrow. The act, intended as therapy, only deepened her misery. Her hands ached from the strain, and her shoulders were tense. Finally irritated with all failed efforts of recovery, she stopped and flung the bow across the room with a forceful sweep. It soared past him, but he remained motionless. It was only then that she noticed him.


    Initially startled, as she saw an unknown man standing there in the chapel at this late hour. Her shock turned to recognition, and she relaxed when she realized it was him.


    "Your Highness?" she asked, confusion evident in her voice. She set the violin aside and hurried towards him. "Aren''t you supposed to be at the palace celebrations? They are celebrating your return, after all."


    He did not respond immediately.The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.


    "Are you alright, sire?" she inquired, attempting to fill the awkward silence.


    "It''s a joyful day, Lady. Why are you here, playing such a mournful tune?"


    She fell silent.


    "You must also feel that it''s not as joyous as it seems. You were mourning just now. It was evident."


    "I apologize. I didn''t mean to..."


    "It''s alright."


    He interrupted her, not finding her apology necessary. He too was grieving. The people were focused on victory, but only those who were directly involved understood the true loss and at what cost.


    "I feared you had died as well," he said slowly, biting his lip and averting his gaze. The words were much more difficult to say then he had anticipated. His attempts to maintain composure had faltered. The sight of her had laid bare his vulnerabilities. Just the image of her in front of him made him careless. Without a second''s hesitation he extended his arms and pulled her into an embrace. Initially startled, she tried to pull away but soon realized he was weeping, burying his head on her shoulder. She hesitated, recognizing his pride, and allowed him this moment of weakness.


    "I''m relieved you''re alive," he murmured after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.


    These were simple words, but ones she had never heard before. Did someone truly wish for her survival? It was a revelation that these words meant more to her than she had ever imagined.


    "Thank you. If I had returned and you were not here... then..." He did not complete the sentence, his words muffled as he clung to her tighter.


    There was a depth of emotion in his voice she had not anticipated. She had never considered him to be expressive, but she was mistaken. Both of them were weary, vulnerable, and tearful. They were a tangled mess of emotions.


    He pulled back to look at her face and was taken aback.


    "Why are you crying now too?" he asked, smiling through the tears in the corners of his eyes. He gently wiped her tears away with his hand, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. He leaned in till their foreheads were touching. He braced himself for her retreat, but she remained still. He gazed directly into her eyes, and she met his stare unwaveringly.


    Fearful of rejection, he expected her to pull away, yet she did not. So he ventured forward, kissing her cheek. He looked at her to grasp her reaction. When she remained unmoved, he kissed her forehead, and then, with tentative exploration, her cheeks and nose. Each kiss was slow and deliberate. He hesitated again but knew he could not back down. She had not pulled away yet. This moment was rare; he had to seize it because he knew she wasn''t a person who gave a lot of chances. Who knew if such an opportunity would present itself again? He looked at her once more, as if asking for her decision. She was still frozen in her place so he went for it. He leaned in and kissed her deeply, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her close. At this she seemed to regain her senses as she flinched and pulled back, looking at him in astonishment. She moved to withdraw from his hold but he pulled her back.


    "Please don''t go. Not today. I can''t bare that today." he pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation. She paused, and the weight of the day''s emotions and decisions seemed to tilt the balance between reason and impulse. He was someone who always got her to act recklessly, so she responded with a kiss of her own. It was so sudden and felt as if she had been propelled toward him by some unseen force. He also was the only person who had expressed genuine joy at her survival. For today, she allowed him to reach her. Tomorrow, she would revert to her former self, but for now, she gave in to her impulse. Throw caution to the wind.

 CHAPTER 2

    The palace was abuzz with activity today. Maids hurried through the corridors, their footsteps echoing off the grand marble floors. The entire staff was engaged in a flurry of preparations. The cause of the commotion was the return of the prince, the sole heir of the kingdom, who had been away for years. His homecoming was not merely a personal affair; it symbolized hope and renewal for the entire nation.


    Ceracuse, a country long afflicted by war and disaster, had endured centuries of misfortune. The current king, after a prolonged period of conflict, had achieved a significant conquest, bringing some stability to a once-troubled land. Although conditions had improved, they were far from ideal. The king, now aging and worn from his long life of struggles, found the task of continuing the kingdom''s development increasingly difficult. As the torch of leadership needed to be passed to the next generation, the burden of governance fell to his son.


    The prince, being the only child had grown up under constant threat and numerous assassination attempts, had been sent to a secluded training capital known only to the kingdom''s military and royal family. This environment had molded him into a warrior and leader, mirroring the strength and resolve of his father. His return was met with immense anticipation and high expectations, reflecting the aspirations of a nation eager for a new era of prosperity.


    Despite his youth, the prince exhibited remarkable qualities. He was set to follow in his father''s footsteps, continuing the royal tradition of dedication and service to the people. The royal family of Ceracuse was distinguished by its genuine commitment to its citizens¡ªhonest, diligent, and striving to improve the lives of those they governed. This dedication earned them profound respect and admiration throughout the kingdom. The members of the royal family were not only charismatic but also gifted with exceptional athleticism, intellectual prowess, and a comprehensive understanding of warfare, politics, and industrialization. Although not inherited, the vast feilds of capabilities achieved by hard work showed the will they had and the effort they put in to be fit as efficient leaders for their people. The potential for progress was evident. The only need was for the youth to lead with a capable hand.


    The relatively young nation, with only a few decades of history, stood at a pivotal juncture. It was a land rich with resources, including fertile agricultural land and emerging industrial sectors. Its southwest border, flanked by the Ellarius Sea, added to its strategic and economic value. The neighboring powers, recognizing these attributes, had their eyes fixed on Ceracuse, making the kingdom''s position increasingly precarious. Understanding the urgency of the situation, the king had summoned his son back ahead of schedule. The young prince, having successfully quelled a rebellion in the east, was now returning to his homeland. The kingdom needed to fortify its defenses and initiate countermeasures against potential threats.This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.


    As the royal procession approached the capital, a towering man with an imposing presence addressed the prince. "Sire, we are entering the capital," he announced gruffly, his voice resonating through the air.


    "Jerald, ease your expression. There''s no need to intimidate the people," the prince responded with a wry smile. His brown hair and deep blue eyes conveyed a sense of depth and intelligence. His features strong, his gaze intense and perceptive.


    The horses proceeded at a deliberate pace along the streets, their hooves clattering on the cobblestones. The city was alive with vibrant energy. Crowds gathered, their faces alight with joy and anticipation. The prince''s arrival was met with overwhelming enthusiasm. The scene was a display of color and art: people cheered, waving banners and tossing flower petals into the air. The streets were adorned with festive decorations, and the lively music of local performers filled the air.


    The sight of the prince and his troops was a dramatic contrast to the festive surroundings. Though buoyed by the warm reception, the soldiers, weary from their journey, longed for rest. Their exhaustion was palpable as they navigated through the throng of people. The prince, mindful of their needs, guided them towards the palace, prioritizing their well-being over the ongoing celebrations.


    "Dear citizens, it is both an honor and a privilege to witness your fervent welcome. Your efforts to make us feel appreciated are deeply acknowledged. However, my men have traveled tirelessly and require rest. We ask you to clear the way so that your soldiers and your sons may find respite. The royal family will join the festivities tomorrow. For now, please allow us to proceed." His authoritative yet respectful announcement was met with understanding and cheers from the crowd.


    A middle-aged man, over dressed and of flamboyant attitude, stepped forward with a bow. "Allow me, Your Highness," he offered, motioning towards the flag. With a nod from the prince, Jerald, the imposing figure, handed over the flag. The man then led the soldiers through the streets with a renewed sense of order and purpose.


    As they reached the palace gates, the grandeur of the entrance unfolded. The massive gates swung open, and a display of fireworks erupted in the sky, marking the long-awaited return of the prince. The sight was a fitting prelude to the new chapter awaiting Ceracuse.


    "Oh no." The young man mumbled to himself. Another enthusiastic group that needed to be passed through to reach a quiet corner. It was turning out to be a long day for him.

 CHAPTER 3

    "Finally, you are here. My dearest." A middle-aged woman, elegant in her attire, moved with grace across the richly appointed room. The high ceilings were adorned with intricate moldings, and the large windows let in the warm glow of the afternoon sun, casting soft shadows on the polished marble floors. She leapt towards the young man with evident joy. He was initially taken aback but hesitantly accepted the embrace.


    "It is a pleasure to finally arrive. How have you fared all this time, aunt?" he inquired, attempting to mask his awkwardness as he glanced around at the ornate furnishings and the lush, floral arrangements that added to the room''s welcoming atmosphere.


    "Come now. Why this formality? You were cradled in my arms as an infant. Why this distant demeanor? Pray, do not tell me you have forgotten me entirely," she said, stepping back and gesturing towards a comfortable seating area with plush chairs and a grand fireplace.


    "I have not forgotten, aunt. It is merely that all this feels unfamiliar. It has been such a considerable time, after all," he responded, taking in the familiar, yet distant, elegance of the surroundings. Her straightforward manner of speech brought back memories of the past. It was this easygoing of her that ringed familiarity


    "A considerable time? Pffft. It was but yesterday that you were jumping about in the hallways of this very castle," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia.


    "It has been 12 years."


    "Indeed?"


    "I am now 21. That constitutes more then half of my life," he said, offering a smile, his demeanor softening feeling her motherly affection.


    "21, indeed? As they say, I am veritably growing old," she remarked.


    "Perhaps," he replied, walking ahead and leading her towards the door.Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.


    "Pray, what is this?" she said sharply as he started to leave. He chuckled, knowing that teasing her about her age would provoke a reaction. He decided to relax; after all, she was not just anyone. She was family. He linked his arm with hers and said, "Come, let us go meet my father. How is his condition? He was not present at the gates when I arrived."


    "You are well aware of your father, John dear. He is in a poor state of health. The new epidemic has unfortunately afflicted him," she explained, her voice carrying a note of concern.


    "What?! I wasn''t aware of this? " He was visibly shocked. "How so?"


    "He insisted upon visiting the afflicted area. I tried to discourage him, but you know him¡ªhe does not heed his sister''s counsel. Does he still perceive himself as youthful and vigorous?" she said, with a touch of annoyance. "In any event, what was anticipated has occurred. He was indeed infected. We were all quite taken aback. I have not slept a wink in these past few days. We considered informing you, but you were already on route, so we decided otherwise."


    "How could you not think to inform me? I should have tried to reach sooner. AUNT..." he said, stopping abruptly and looking at her with visible frustration. His eyes reflected the concern and urgency of the situation. She noticed his agitation and quickly tried to calm him, gently tugging his arm to continue their path.


    "It is of no consequence. Do not fret. He is ill but recovering swiftly. Expert physicians are attending to him. His condition has improved; he shall be restored to health within less than a week. Mey conveyed that his condition has not reached a perilous stage. She assured me that adherence to medical advice will ensure his recovery. No one is permitted entry at present due to the contagious nature of the disease. So, come along," she said, extending her hand, which he took with a touch of hesitation. "He will recover soon. You may visit him once he is allowed to receive visitors."


    "Who is this physician? I must at least meet them and obtain more information. You cannot expect me to remain idle without knowing the details," he said, almost to himself, as he looked around the grand room one last time. He then turned to her and said firmly, "Take me to the medical ward."


    "We cannot. It is restricted at this time."


    "I shall go myself then," he said, running  towards the exit, leaving her behind.


    "Just like his father, stubborn and impatient. He will be a handful as well dear brother," she murmured to herself as she watched him leave, her gaze lingered on the door for a while and then she turned around and resumed her activities.

 CHAPTER 4

    "Your Highness?" The old man''s voice conveyed surprise as the young man briskly pushed past him to enter the restricted area. "I must implore you, Sire, to reconsider. This is a restricted zone. Without the requisite protective gear, you are at risk of infection."


    The young man halted abruptly and turned back to face the old man. "I beg your pardon. Nevertheless, I am in urgent need of locating this Mey person, regardless of their identity. I require answers to some pressing inquiries. Could you direct me to where I might find them?"


    "Oh, you mean the lady. She is presently engaged in the ward with the patients. Shall I summon her for you?"


    As John was about to reply, he cast a glance through the imposing glass doors. Within lay an intensive care ward, starkly white, with rows of beds meticulously arranged against the walls. The scene was overwhelmingly grim. The ward resembled a hive of frenetic activity¡ªdoctors and nurses moved with a sense of urgent precision. The air was heavy with the acrid scent of antiseptics mingling with the raw, metallic tang of blood. The space was filled with the dissonant sounds of strained breathing and the low murmur of distressed voices, creating an atmosphere thick with despair.


    The glass door was locked, barring entry. In the distance, John observed a group of nurses gathered around a bed. A young woman in a white coat, her face obscured by a large mask, was issuing rapid, authoritative instructions. With each word spoken she seemed to direct a flurry of activity around her. The nurses moved with an almost frantic efficiency¡ªsome attending to other beds, others procuring additional medical supplies. The girl began administering chest compressions to a patient lying motionless on the bed. The gravity of the situation was palpable; the intensity of the scene was nearly suffocating.


    "Sire?" The old man''s voice, riddled with concern, drew John from his somber observation.


    "Yes?" he responded, turning his attention back to the old man.


    "Shall I call for the lady?" the old man inquired, gesturing toward the glass doors. John followed his gaze to the girl still at the center of the tumult.


    "Her? She is Mey?"


    "Indeed, Sire. Shall I bring her to you?"If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.


    "No no," John replied , waving his hand. "It is evident that the situation within is exceedingly critical. Furthermore, why would you risk infection to fetch her if she is needed there?"


    "Pshaw. Sire, it poses no significant risk. I have witnessed many such crises in my time and have remained unaffected," the old man said with a touch of pride. The young man could not help but smile at the old man''s bravado.


    "No, we must remain here. It is imperative that we do not disturb their efforts and adhere to the appropriate protocols," John said, his gaze returning to the increasingly somber scene. A few nurses were now gathered around the bed. The girl, with the green mask, was covering the deceased patient with a white sheet. The earlier urgency had given way to a slow, mournful process. The atmosphere had transformed from one of frenetic activity to a heavy, melancholic quiet. The nurses, though their faces were hidden, conveyed sorrow through their demeanor. The stretcher was wheeled in, and the lifeless body was gently but swiftly removed. One of the nurses began to weep openly, while two others besides her offered comfort. The masked girl directed the transfer with an almost serene efficiency, her composure unshaken even as the body was swiftly carried out. Within moments, a new patient was brought in and placed in the now-empty bed, underscoring the relentless cycle of suffering.


    The girl approached the grieving nurses and spoke to them slowly. The young man could not discern the specifics of her words, but he observed that, as she spoke, the flurry of activity resumed, almost as if the scene had reset. Despite the disarray, the girl remained composed, moving with an almost detached efficiency that was both impressive and slightly unsettling.


    As he observed her, the young man felt a pang of unease. While he admired her professionalism, he could not entirely dispel a lingering discomfort. It seemed to him that a moment of hesitation, a sign of human empathy in the face of death, was absent from her demeanor. He pondered this internal conflict, recognizing a personal bias that he quickly formed against her that he could not wholly justify.


    Jolted from his thoughts, he turned to the old man. "How long will their duties persist?"


    "Sire, Miss Mey labors tirelessly, often around the clock. She will be here until the evening. Afterward, she will visit the king and return by midnight."


    "Do not the doctors work in shifts here? Why is she extending her hours beyond the allotted time?"


    "From what I understand, she is quite the workaholic. It would be more efficient to summon her to you rather than wait."


    "No, I would not wish to disrupt her valuable work. I shall return in the evening when she is en route to the king''s appointment," John said decisively.


    "Very well, let us leave them to their tasks. Accompany me, and provide me with a thorough update on the current plague situation within the country, if it does not inconvenience you. I have received various accounts in the passing but require a comprehensive briefing."


    "As you wish, Sire," the old man responded, pleased with the prince''s decision. He fixed his hat and quickly lead the young man out of the premises.

 CHAPTER 5

    "I am Arthur Bellack, sire. It is a profound honor to engage in conversation with you."


    "Is that truly so?" John inquired, with a hint of levity.


    "Indeed, sire. You represent the dawn of a new era for our nation. You embody the people''s dreams and their aspirations for the future. To converse with you in such a manner is, without question, a great honor!" Arthur responded, his voice filled with passionate fervor.


    "Arthur, may I address you as such?" (Arthur nodded with an enthusiastic affirmation.) "Very well. I am aware of the expectations of the people, and I am well prepared to make any sacrifice necessary to meet those expectations. Yet, I must confess, I am deeply fear the prospect of disappointing you and those who look to me for leadership," John said, gazing thoughtfully into the distance as they continued their walk.


    "Certainly, sire. I have witnessed times preceding your time, even the time long before before your father''s reign. There was a time when I was denied the right to dine at the same table as the Verans. We were treated with disdain, living as though we were beneath even the Veran stock animals. I recall a moment when my father was grievously beaten simply because his appearance did not meet the passing by Veran''s standards. His garments and scarves disrupted their festive atmosphere. They beat him in my presence, as a mere boy of eight, until he bled and could no longer defend himself. I still, to this day, could not forget the hopelessness in my fathers eyes. What makes it worse is that it wasn''t a one time occurence. This is the harsh reality we older generations remember and lived through. The conditions before the ascension of the last king are beyond the comprehension of today''s youth," Arthur recounted, his face reflecting a myriad of emotions.


    He gripped his hat tightly, the intensity of his emotion causing his hands to tremble. His eyes glistened, and John observed him with quiet respect, awaiting the continuation of his discourse. "Thus, sire, what I wish to convey is that the freedom bestowed upon us by your family is the greatest gift. You need not bear undue burdens or prove yourself further; your family has already granted the people what they most desired¡ªrespect and the dignity of living as human beings. Your concern of our expectations signifies that we have chosen our leaders wisely. The ones that care about us, not just blank people in power. We serve and follow the finest. This is the essence of Ceracuse."


    "Thank you. Your words bring me comfort," John said with a reassuring smile. They walked in silence for a moment before John, recalling the purpose of their stroll, asked, "Might you enlighten me regarding the reports of a devastating plague spreading across the western region? During my time in the East prior to the rebellion, there was no mention of this. How could such a disease spread so swiftly across the country?"You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.


    "Sire, it is indeed an extraordinary situation. The initial reports of the disease emerged only a few weeks ago from the Sereath region in the lower west. The district initially reported the highest number of cases. The Sereath district was subsequently sealed off, and the situation was evaluated directly by the king. Unfortunately, a number of individuals had already left the district before the seal was enacted. Such is the desperation of some that they would defy royal decrees to escape a disease. But i understand them also. Within a week of the first reports, the disease had spread throughout the country. The situation remains severe, particularly in the Sereath region."


    "So the origin of this outbreak is traced to Sereath. The rapidity with which this disease has spread is indeed unusual. We have experienced occasional endemics, but none have disseminated so swiftly or comprehensively to envelop the entire nation within weeks."


    "Absolutely, sire. As I stated earlier, it is an extraordinarily alarming phenomenon. The disease is referred to as the ''shadow plague'' due to its swift and mysterious nature. One may be in perfect health one day and, within a mere two days, succumb to a state where breathing becomes impossible."


    "Hmm. Could you provide details on the symptoms and progression of the disease?"


    "Certainly. In the laboratory, I work with fellow record clerks, we observe that the disease commences with symptoms similar to a common fever. Early stages involve chills and muscle pain, which then progress to severe stages where the patient coughs up blood and experiences respiratory failure. As the condition deteriorates, patients become increasingly weak, and those in advanced stages often succumb to death."


    John listened attentively. "What is the current state of the late king?"


    "His Majesty is in stable condition. The rumors suggesting his deteriorating condition are unfounded and merely the result of malicious gossip intended to sow discord among the people," John replied with firm assurance, betraying no trace of concern.


    "Oh, thank the heavens. I am greatly relieved. May the late king enjoy many more years in robust health."


    "May it be so," John responded, concealing his unease once more. As a skilled diplomat, he had long perfected the art of maintaining a composed demeanor. Although as a son, he wanted to confront the doctors directly and demand a full report on his father''s condition. His position, although, demanded discretion. It was preferable to seek answers discreetly from the appropriate sources.


    John resolved to remain calm and focused on the engaging conversation with his new acquaintance, postponing his concerns.

 CHAPTER 6

    "Jerald," John called out. "Where are you?"


    "Yes, sire. How may I assist you?" Jerald inquired, hastening to enter the room where John was seated. The office featured a large window at the front and center, behind the desk and chair on which John was seated. The room was decorated with a minimalist aesthetic, dominated by stacks of paperwork scattered across the surface.


    "Please convey this message to the general and request his presence at the meeting tomorrow. His input will be invaluable, as there are numerous matters requiring his expertise," John instructed, handing Jerald a letter. "Here. Ensure this reaches him."


    "Yes, sire," Jerald replied, demonstrating his obedience. He was big musculer fellow and his appearance was intimidating characterized by his imposing stature and numerous scars, including one that extended from his forehead to his left eye. While his appearance was befitting a seasoned warrior, it was perceived as intimidating by the capital''s residents. John and Jerald shared a deep bond, having trained and lived together for over a decade. Jerald''s loyalty to Ceracuse was unwavering, and John held him in high regard. Though John often encouraged Jerald to engage more diplomatically with others, Jerald''s straightforward and reserved nature made him less adept at such interactions. However, those who knew him well were aware of his unexpectedly caring nature.


    "Sire, you have been at this desk for several hours. The extended reading must be straining your eyes," Jerald remarked, standing at attention and placing his fist over his chest. "As soldiers, we require both fresh air and physical activity. Additionally, it is my duty to ensure that you do not forfeit your strength and lose all your muscle as you spent hours bent on your desk."


    John chuckled at Jerald''s earnest concern, finding his seriousness amusing.


    "Indeed, it has been a considerable time, but there remains much to address, including the suspicious movements of Nivara and the ongoing pandemic," John acknowledged, glancing out the window. "By the way, what time is it?"


    "The sun has set long ago. It is quite late into the night," Jerald responded.


    "Ah, oh no. I forgot. " John said abruptly." I must be on my way. Goodbye Jerald see you tomorrow. " He rose from his chair, donned his coat, and hurriedly exited the room, proceeding down the corridor before Jerald could ask him the reason for his haste.


    He was moving at quick pace. Upon reaching the main palace, John inquired of the attendant regarding the daily examination.This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.


    "Where is the attending physician? Am I still prohibited from entering the room?"


    "Regrettably Sire, His Majesty still remains infectious. Entry is restricted according to his instructions," the guard answered, bowing respectfully.


    "And the doctor?"


    "She departed a few minutes ago but may still be en route. Would you like me to summon her?"


    "No, remain at your post," John instructed, hastening out of the building.


    He might have been late. He was rushing to catch up to her before she reentered the ward. The path leading to the hospital was a long, straight stretch, one of the most serene and picturesque routes from the palace.


    On the left side of the path lay a large lake, its surface shimmering under the moonlight. The pale illumination cast gentle shadows across the water, creating a tranquil and soothing atmosphere.


    Where could she have gone? If she had left only five minutes ago, she would still be on this path, given its length and visibility. As he continued forward, he wondered about her location. It was challenging to find her. Just then, he heard a loud thump from up the stairs to his right. These stairs ascended to a higher level, partially obscured by bushes. He climbed the stairs to investigate the source of the sound.


    At the top, he found a woman lying on the ground, her white coat spread around her. Documents were scattered in disarray, and her head rested on a large blue file. Her hands covered her eyes, with her elbows raised in a defensive posture. He paused, observing her stillness. Concerned that she might have sustained an injury from a fall, he contemplated approaching her to offer assistance. However, her quiet sobbing, muffled by her hands, made him hesitant. The subdued nature of her cries had initially gone unnoticed, only becoming apparent now that he was close.


    This was the same woman who had appeared so composed earlier that morning. Seeing her in this vulnerable state challenged his previous perception of her. Although he wanted to help, he hesitated. Her choice of a secluded spot and her effort to avoid being seen suggested a desire for privacy. It was clear she did not want to reveal her vulnerability. He was reluctant to intrude.


    Realizing he had been so absorbed in his own concerns that he overlooked her distress, he reflected on her situation. The woman, burdened with demanding work and long hours, seemed exhausted. If her emotional outburst was due to work-related stress, she needed to prioritize her well-being. If the issue was more personal, it was not his place to intervene. She had struck him as someone who embraced difficulty rather than sought ease.


    Most people strive to simplify their lives, but he had encountered a few who preferred hardship. Was she one of them? He decided it was best to leave her situation unexamined and proceed to his room. He climbed down and walked back towards the palace. However, he stopped again, reconsidering whether he should have offered help, especially if she had injured herself. Unsure of the appropriate response¡ªwhether to assist or to respect her apparent wish for solitude¡ªhe hesitated.


    He was busy pondering over his delimma when he observed her descending the stairs, carrying a substantial stack of documents and walking towards the hospital. She was completely unaware of his presence and seemed to be in a hurry. He concluded that he should return to the palace as he had decided initially.


    "I can talk to her another time, I suppose," he muttered to himself.

 CHAPTER 7

    "Sire, the Nivara are pressing us with increasing urgency. We must act decisively. A conflict appears inevitable," declared the man in the military uniform. His posture was impeccably straight, and his expression exuded firmness and resolve¡ªa man who would not yield even if circumstances proved unfavorable.


    "I must disagree, General. At this moment, war is not a viable option for Ceracuse. Have you assessed the current situation? The nation is suffering under the weight of a devastating plague. Our citizens lack the necessary vigor and strength to endure another catastrophe, particularly one involving the Verans," John responded with equal determination.


    "Your Excellency, are you suggesting that we should remain passive and endure the ridicule and contempt directed at our nation''s honor? How long are we expected to tolerate such mockery? It is imperative that we demonstrate that Ceracuse must not be underestimated," the General asserted, striking the table emphatically.


    The atmosphere in the room grew tense. It was highly inappropriate to behave in front of the royal family in such a manner, but Gereth Meckhalm showed no concern. He was a great general renowned for his strategic acumen, understanding of warfare but he had little regard for other matters. Observing his action, Jerald exchanged a concerned glance with John, seeking direction but receiving none.


    "General, do you truly believe we are in a position to engage in conflict at this time? Just a few months ago, I and my group had to quell the rebels in the east, who are still aligned with the Verans. While I understand your pride in Ceracuse and the difficulty in overlooking such disrespect, we must consider our current situation pragmatically. Patriotism aside, is Ceracuse really strong enough to withstand the ramifications of another war, especially against Nivara? Nivara is a formidable opponent, and their control is extensive. Have you not experienced their reach firsthand?" John said, raising his voice to emphasize the gravity of the situation.If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    The General fell silent, and John waited for a response, but seeing none, he proceeded with a tone that signaled the end of the discussion.


    "Ceracuse will not retreat in the face of aggression if Nivara initiates an official offensive. While we are striving to avoid such a scenario, if conflict becomes unavoidable, Ceracuse will stand firm. But we can''t initiate an offense first."


    John gestured to the man in the corner holding several documents. The man swiftly approached and handed the documents to John.


    "Gentlemen, our primary focus will be on mitigating the current crisis for our citizens. The treatment protocols must be optimized, and we will increase financial support to address this emergency. Presently, our team of young doctors is working to enhance existing treatment methods. We must hope that these improvements will sufficiently reduce the mortality rate. Additionally, measures must be taken to halt the spread of the disease, including the establishment of quarantine facilities for those infected. Each of you must concentrate your expertise on addressing this crisis. A contingent of troops will remain stationed at the borders; we cannot afford to be negligent."


    "Sire..." the General began to interject, but John turned to him, addressing him directly.


    "Adhere to the directives given." Johns voice was crude giving a sense of finality. The General fell silent, and the meeting was adjourned.

 CHAPTER 8

    Jerald was returning home after a prolonged absence of several months. Having undergone extensive training with John over the years, he had been separated from his family for far too long. Unlike John who had spent most of his time away due to work commitments, Jerald managed to visit home sometimes in between. Now that he was back in the capital, he was relishing a few hard-earned days with his loved ones. Such is the life of a soldier.


    On this particular day off, Jerald found himself free from the rigors of palace duties early. Despite the challenging conditions at work, he was afforded the rare pleasure of returning home daily¡ªa luxury he had long dreamt of. As he walked through the bustling market, the aroma of fresh bread and spices mingled with the murmur of vendors and shoppers. The vibrant colors of fruits and vegetables, the numerous voices around, and the distant chime of a street musician''s melody painted a lively scene.


    Venturing past the market, the streets grew quieter, and he approached his neighborhood. The transition from the lively market to the serene residential area was marked by the gentle rustle of leaves and stillness in the streets. Jerald''s home came into view¡ªa modest yet inviting house, nestled amid a row of various other dwellings. Its exterior, painted in a warm, earthy hue, exuded a welcoming aura. The front garden, bordered by a neat white picket fence, showcased a carefully maintained array of flowers in full bloom, their fragrances mingling in the air.


    Garments, fluttering softly in the breeze, were strung across a clothesline, adding a homely touch. The garden itself was lush and vibrant, with well-mowed grass and neatly trimmed hedges that created a sense of order and care. The smell of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers filled the air, evoking a sense of calm and contentment. This must be his wife''s doing who loved gardening.


    Jerald approached the door and knocked softly. Sophia, his wife, answered. Her demeanor shifted from a state of calm routine to one of palpable excitement.


    "Darling, you''re back!" she exclaimed with genuine joy, embracing him with all her might. Her small frame struggled to envelop him entirely, but the warmth of her embrace was undeniable. He returned the hug, his heart swelling with affection. The stress and strain of daily life, where vigilance and suspicion were constant companions, seemed to melt away in this moment of domestic tranquility. The love and tenderness from Sophia eased his usual stern disposition.This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "I''m home," he said softly. "Where is Lilo?"


    Lilo, the affectionate nickname for their daughter Eliana, was an endearing child of eight¡ªfull of energy, chatter, and an ever-present penchant for negotiating another sweet treat.


    "She is at school," Sophia replied.


    "How is she faring in her studies?"


    "She is enjoying herself now. Just the other day, she proudly announced she had made her tenth friend on her twentieth day of school," Sophia said, her eyes twinkling with pride.


    "Ten friends already? Those poor children," Jerald chuckled.


    "Indeed, but there''s a problem. She''s been getting into some fights recently. Just yesterday, she punched a boy at school because he referred to her friend as chubby," Sophia''s tone turned serious, reflecting her worry.


    Jerald, upon hearing this, laughed heartily. "That''s my girl, indeed," he said with a mixture of amusement and pride.


    "Stop laughing. This is a serious matter. She has yet to learn to choose her battles wisely. And it''s all because of you, you know," Sophia said, her concern evident.


    "Because of me?" Jerald inquired, taken aback.


    "Yes! You''ve imparted to her the art of fighting. She was practicing swordplay just the other day because she wants to emulate her father," Sophia said with a blend of exasperation and affection.


    "That is quite adorable," Jerald remarked.


    "No, it''s problematic. She takes on what she terms her ''fight for justice,'' and becomes involved in every dispute. What if she were to get seriously injured or injures someone else?" Sophia''s gaze was earnest and pleading. Recognizing her concern, Jerald''s expression softened, and he took her hand in his.


    "Do not worry, my dear. I shall address this with her when she returns. It is essential to impart the principles of a swordsman. Rule Number One: Understand when not to draw your sword. Rule Number Two: Learn how to conceal the evidence if you must," he said with a serious yet reassuring tone.


    "Jerald! You..." Sophia began to retort, but was silenced by Jerald''s swift, tender kiss. He drew back slightly, grinning widely.


    "You are so unfair," Sophia pouted, though her eyes held a playful glint.


    "I am simply overjoyed to be home," he replied, leaning in for another kiss. The presence of a loving home and a cherished spouse was, indeed, a profound blessing for a soldier such as himself.

 CHAPTER 9

    It was yet another day of enduring the extended ritual tea parties hosted by his aunt. John was seated across from her at a table situated in the royal garden. The setting was adorned with elegant decorations, and the air was filled with the fragrance of hundreds of roses spread across the garden. The table was meticulously arranged with an assortment of teas and numerous snacks. His aunt had always had a deep affection for sweets and tea. John regarded tea as a pleasant respite for his mind, though nothing more. Nevertheless, within the palace, there was an entire protocol surrounding the practice of tea, of which his aunt was an expert.


    "My dear boy, what is amiss with you these days? You have returned after such a long absence, and I have only had the pleasure of your company twice this past week. Are you intentionally avoiding me?" she inquired, her tone tinged with complaint.


    "That is not the case. It was you who was evading me," John countered.


    "Me?" she replied, somewhat taken aback.


    "Indeed. Whenever I sought your counsel on the operational aspects of the textile industry in South Cedar Valley, you managed to avoid me with remarkable skill," John stated, raising his cup to his lips and taking a deliberate sip while scrutinizing her.


    "I assure you, that is not the case. I have been quite occupied with a considerable amount of work this past week and..." she trailed off, her gaze faltering under his persistent scrutiny. "Oh, Johnny dear, you have my word that I shall dispatch a comprehensive report to you this week. I promise."


    "Very well," John said, finally releasing his gaze. "This new flavor¡ªwhat is it? It is quite delightful."


    "It is hibiscus tea."Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    "The variety imported from Xarion?"


    "Yes. While Xarion''s arid conditions render most of its land barren, the tea produced there is truly remarkable, what a miracle," Aunt Lizzie responded with evident pleasure, savoring her tea.


    Elizabeth Alistair was a patron of the finest and most luxurious things in life. The textile industry of Ceracuse was renowned across the continent, largely due to her efforts in elevating it to such prominence. She was also highly knowledgeable about agricultural conditions both within the country and in neighboring regions. Her expertise extended to a firm grasp of import and export regulations.


    John frequently sought her expertise. Although he was well-versed in matters of international relations, politics, and military strategy, the field of commerce was equally vital, if not more so. He had sought her counsel on numerous occasions. While she was difficult to locate, her insights were invariably valuable.


    "So, how have matters been for you? You have had much to manage since your return. My dear boy has scarcely had a moment''s rest," she said with an affectionate tone. Her tone then shifted to one of complaint once more. "But it is also your fault, dear. Even at dusk, it is nearly impossible to persuade you to leave your office."


    "But I am under constant scrutiny. Everyone around me at the court is waiting for a slip up. I cannot afford to provide any opportunity for criticism. I must remain one step ahead¡ªof people, problems, and all other matters."


    "Life is unpredictable, my dear boy. One can''t stay one step ahead of it. It is best to take things slow."


    "Is it not reasonable to at least make the attempt? To push back?" John inquired, maintaining his stance. Seeing his reluctance to accept her advice, she sighed.


    "Stubborn, just like your father."


    They were engaged in lighthearted conversation when the maid approached and addressed Elizabeth.


    "Your Highness, Lady Mey has arrived. Shall I let her enter?"


    "Yes, please let her enter."


    John remained seated, observing as the woman in the white coat entered the garden. She approached and bowed with formal dignity.


    "Greetings to the Sun of the Empire and Her Royal Highness. I am His Majesty''s personal physician. I am here to provide a detailed update regarding His Majesty''s condition and recovery. With permission may I convey the results of the ongoing treatment."

 CHAPTER 10

    "Greetings to the Sun of the Empire and Her Royal Highness. I am His Majesty''s personal physician. I am here to provide a comprehensive update regarding His Majesty''s condition and recovery. With your permission, may I present the results of the ongoing treatment?"


    John sensed an immediate shift in the atmosphere, becoming palpably tense. The woman before him exhibited an exceedingly rigid demeanor. Her formality was customary in his experience, yet there was an additional layer of coldness to her manner. Elizabeth, in contrast, appeared untroubled by the tension. She turned towards the woman, gesturing for her to come nearer, and said:


    "Please, come closer, Mey. Be seated with us and partake of this newly brewed tea. There is no need for haste."


    The woman responded with a note of formality in her voice, "I cannot in good conscience sit at the same table as the royal family. Permit me to deliver my briefing from this position."


    Elizabeth''s tone grew firmer as she replied, "Mey, I insist. Do as I request. Join us for tea and then you may present your report on His Majesty''s health at your leisure." The woman, without further protest, complied, taking a seat.


    "Ah, so you are Miss Mey. I have wanted to converse with you, though I understand you have been occupied," John remarked as she settled into her chair.


    "I would never be too preoccupied to respond to a royal summons. It is both a duty and an honor to serve," Mey replied with gravity.


    "Observe, my dear," Elizabeth said, addressing John with a cheerful demeanor that strongly contrasted with the surrounding formality. "Isn''t she most intense? She is stubborn and persistent just like you. Young people today need to learn to relax. I am undoubtedly the most fun among us. Now, let us not dwell on this matter. What is it with you two? Lighten up!"Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    With an equally cheerful disposition, Elizabeth moved forward and poured a cup of tea for Mey. The woman accepted it with both hands, as if receiving an accolade.


    "Now, Mey, enlighten me. How do you fare these days? I am aware that the medical staff has been under considerable strain. You and your team must be exceptionally busy. Is it tough on you? "


    "Not at all, Your Highness. We are diligently working to develop treatment methods for the influenza epidemic. We are currently considering a new drug and are engaged in research, hoping for favorable results in due course."


    "A new drug? Please provide a briefing. Why has this not been reported to the central office?" John inquired with an investigative tone.


    "The concept of this drug is relatively novel. Antiviral treatments have not been extensively utilized in the past, and their efficacy is not yet well established. We intended to conduct preliminary tests to ascertain the feasibility before informing the royal court," Mey explained.


    "Regardless of its potential efficacy, it remains imperative to report such developments. Tests should not proceed without court notification," John stated with firm resolve.


    "I have personally received His Majesty''s authorization to pursue any necessary experiments, provided there is even a marginal chance of success," Mey asserted, meeting John''s gaze with an equally resolute and somewhat detached manner.


    "Nevertheless, proper documentation and records are essential," John insisted.


    "I acknowledge that, but all research expenses have been sanctioned by His Majesty, and his decision and understanding is above everyone else''s," Mey replied.


    John felt irritated, though he could not precisely identify the cause. The woman''s rigid attitude, indifference, and formality seemed incongruent. It was as if she were performing a role, her recent display of emotion just days before that he had witnessed accidentally, now giving way to an act of indifference. Although her professionalism was evident, something about her approach unsettled him.


    The ensuing silence grew increasingly uncomfortable. Elizabeth, observing the interaction, endeavored to diffuse the tension.


    "Come now, both of you. Let us not prolong this matter. Mey, continue your commendable work, but ensure that your team provides a detailed report to Him. He is known for his meticulous nature," Elizabeth advised, shifting the focus. "Now, on to more pressing matters. Tell me. How is the King? Is he in good health?"

 CHAPTER 11

    "Tell me. How is the King? Is he in good health?


    "His Majesty''s condition has markedly improved. Allow me to present a comprehensive report." The woman took her notes and began to read aloud.


    "His Majesty''s fever has subsided to 37 degrees Celsius. There has been a notable reduction in lymphadenopathy. His sputum production and coughing have both diminished. There is no longer any expectoration of blood or incidence of vomiting. Additionally, His Majesty experienced a mild case of cyanosis due to hypoxia, which has also resolved with the restoration of normal respiratory function. Should his recovery proceed as anticipated, he should be able to resume normal activities within a week. For the present, we are maintaining isolation due to the residual risk of infection transmission." Following this summary, she proceeded to elaborate on the specific medications being administered.


    "Indeed, that is quite a complex treatment regimen," Elizabeth remarked as the report concluded. "May we now presume that we can be reassured?"


    "Indeed. Please put your mind at ease. His Majesty has also requested that I convey his assurances regarding his health, and he looks forward to meeting with you in due course."


    "Doctor," John interjected after a pause, having listened with careful attention throughout, "I must express my concern even though I feel as if we are just going in circles at the same point but, again, I have been repeatedly kept in the dark regarding the severity of His Majesty''s symptoms. We were under the impression that he was merely suffering from fever and cough, isolated to prevent the spread of disease. However, based on your report, it appears there was considerable respiratory involvement¡ªcyanosis, coughing up blood¡ªconditions that are indeed grave. It is imperative that a family be fully apprised of the health status of their loved ones, regardless of the situation."


    "I offer my sincerest apologies. I fully comprehend your concerns. However, His Majesty''s health is of the utmost sensitivity and any information regarding it must be handled with the greatest discretion. I was instructed by His Majesty himself to withhold certain details."


    "Mei," Elizabeth''s tone grew firmer, "this is not the moment for rigidity. I understand the protocols involved; indeed, the King''s affairs are complex and political. However, His Majesty''s intention to keep us uninformed was likely an attempt to shield us from undue distress, as he done numerous times previously. Nonetheless, in matters of family, one must prioritize emotional considerations over rigid adherence to protocol. What if His Majesty''s condition had deteriorated further? Would you have only informed us if he had finally died?"Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    Elizabeth''s tone was harsh. She articulated precisely what john had been contemplating, though her directness was unusual. His aunt was a woman known for her usually carefree demeanor but capable of adopting a severe stance when necessary. She possessed an innate ability to address matters with firmness. Though kind, she was never lenient.


    "Once again, I apologize. I am constrained by higher orders," the woman said.


    "You must understand," Elizabeth continued with a now softened yet resolute tone as if she was trying to lecture a child, "you should, in exceptional cases concerning myself and His son, deviate from the established protocol. His Majesty would not reproach you for it, and I shall ensure it remains so. Therefore, you are to inform us of any serious developments, particularly regarding His Majesty''s health, forthwith. Is that clear?"


    "I understand. I acknowledge my error. Should His Majesty''s condition deteriorate, I will certainly inform you. However, given the current circumstances, it is unlikely to occur. His Majesty is progressing well towards recovery," the woman replied, her demeanor shifting from rigid to one of comprehension.


    "I must now take my leave, Your Highnesses. I must return to my duties. I shall provide daily updates on His Majesty''s condition as well as on the ongoing drug development experiments in the laboratory. I will first endeavor to seek His Majesty''s permission for this. May I be permitted to depart?" she inquired, bowing respectfully.


    "Yes, you may go. And thank you," Elizabeth responded turning to look at her. She had a particular meaningful stare.


    The woman paused. She met Elizabeth''s gaze momentarily before lowering her head once more. John observed a fleeting change in her expression, as if she had suddenly turned self conscious at his aunt stare. There was something being said between them with only their eyes. He wanted to know what it was. The women swiftly gathered her notes, offered another bow, and exited without further comment.


    "What was that all about?" John asked Elizabeth as the woman left.


    "She is a rather complicated child. She does not take well to my expressions of gratitude and tends to avoid me. Yet, I find her quite endearing." She answered with a motherly affection evident in her voice.


    John sensed a deeper history between them. He contemplated asking further but chose to refrain from intruding. The woman''s manner always left him both irked and intrigued. Her impassive nature made her difficult to read. John prided himself on his ability to discern intentions quickly, but she remained a puzzling case.

 CHAPTER 12

    She had barely managed to maintain her composure. Sitting at the table with them felt suffocating, a constant strain on her endurance. Until now, she had skillfully avoided such encounters, but her duty demanded otherwise. The meetings, always so brief, were an ordeal. Duchess Elizabeth''s face, with its persistent kindness and affection, was a source of discomfort she could not ignore. The Duchess''s attempts to bridge the emotional distance between them were met with her own efforts to keep away.


    "When will she concede and adopt a more detached demeanor? I find myself increasingly weary." She glanced around, feeling the distance from the royal garden''s oppressive opulence. The extravagance of royalty was a burden, suffocating in its splendor. She settled onto a bench beside the stony pathway. "I must maintain control over my emotions, especially in their presence."


    She took a long breath, trying to steady her uneven breathing. Although she was meant to return to the ward, she needed this moment of respite. Her fingers were numb, her palms damp with sweat. Leaning back on the bench, she closed her eyes and sought solace in her surroundings. The cold wind intensified, heralding the approach of winter. The season, though bringing a potential worsening of the epidemic, also brought a serene beauty. The wind rustled through the trees, and the chill, though biting, was enveloping in its isolation. It provided a reprieve, a chance to dissociate from her troubles and escape reality.This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    The distant palace buildings, bathed in yellow and golden light, stood out against the darkening evening sky. This contrast, the vibrant lights against the deepening dusk, painted a scene of poignant beauty. She surrendered to this view, feeling an enveloping sense of comfort, a brief but profound relief from her turmoil.


    "I just need to quiet my mind and everything will be manageable," she mused, taking one last deep breath.


    Rising from the bench, she began her walk toward the hospital. There was no room for distraction. Despite her desire to retreat into isolation, she knew she had a responsibility to fulfill. Her inclination to evade reality had to be set aside.


    "Get out of your head and face reality. You can do this, no, you must do this," she mentally told herself. Shaking her head to dispel lingering distractions, she resumed her path with towards the hospital.

 CHAPTER 13

    "Your Majesty, how are you feeling today?" Mey asked as she closed the door to ensure their conversation remained private. She was fully equipped in her uniform, complete with masks and gloves.


    "I am well, better than ever," the King responded cheerfully, though his voice was faint and unsteady.


    "Today, I am here to administer the final dose of your treatment. You are nearing the end of your regimen. After this, all that is needed is adequate rest and proper nutrition. By the end of the week, you should be able to resume your previous activities," Maya said, setting her bag on a nearby table. She extracted a packet of brownish-tan powder, poured it into a bowl, and began grinding it into a finer consistency.


    The King, lying in bed, observed her silently. "Today is the last day of treatment?" he inquired softly.


    "Yes. Is there something troubling you, Your Majesty?" she asked as she took a seat to better address him.


    "Everything is fine, child. Although I have been ill, it has been years since I had the chance to rest and disengage from court affairs. The peace away from the constant vigilance required in the courtroom has been a relief. The pressure there is relentless; one must always be on guard to avoid being undermined."


    "Your Majesty, if you wish, I can arrange for an extended recovery period. This information will remain confidential. Regarding court matters, His Highness Prince John Alastair is managing everything effectively. Reports indicate he is proficient and his meticulous nature complements your own. Therefore, you need not be concerned," Mey assured him.


    "I must meet him. He has seldom left this room since his return. I also wish to see my son as soon as possible. I need to be discharged this week to meet him promptly. Furthermore, Elizabeth will likely confront me since she is aware that my initial condition was more severe than she had anticipated. She will hold me as a criminal for investigation." the king said laughing as he anticipated her tantrum. "I miss them."If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    "They are eager to see you as well. They have requested that I be truthful about your condition, even if you instruct otherwise. May I comply with their request?"


    "Come closer, my child," the King said suddenly.


    "Yes, Your Majesty?"


    "Sit," he directed, indicating a chair beside his bed.


    "Should I not bring the medicine?"


    "Just come quickly," he said, gesturing for her to hurry. She complied, and he gently took her hand, gazing at her with concern.


    "Child, prioritize your own comfort. If visiting the royals is distressing for you, make an excuse on my behalf. Avoiding us, if necessary, is acceptable, but do visit us occasionally if you can."


    "Yes, Your Majesty," Mey replied, avoiding eye contact.


    "Seeing you weakens my heart. You are growing frailer each day. I am the elder here, yet you are the wasting away. Ensure you eat well and rest adequately."


    "I am taking care of myself, Your Majesty."


    "I am aware you are not," the King said with a click of his tongue. "I have known you since you were a child. You have a tendency to be harsh on yourself. I know you are working beyond what I advised. You are also audacious to defy my instructions, but I merely advised you, not commanded. However, life is too short to be overly critical of oneself. Learn to forgive yourself. I understand why you are more distressed these days."


    The kindness made her uncomfortable. The more she was treated with care, the more guilt she felt.


    "I need to get the medicine," she said, standing quickly.


    "Child, do not overburden yourself. You have been working relentlessly since the epidemic was declared. You are pushing yourself to the brink. Take a moment to breathe and slow down."


    "What have I done? I haven''t done enough for Your Majesty. People are dying every day. We must develop a new treatment as quickly as possible. Every moment of rest means another life lost."


    "I understand. That is why I am allowing your team to work around the clock on lab materials. However, your well-being is also important. This country has a limited number of trained doctors; we cannot afford to have them overworked and exhausted."


    "But we are so close¡ªperhaps only two weeks away¡ªfrom developing a treatment that could significantly improve our response to the epidemic."


    "Maya," he said firmly.


    "Yes?" she responded meekly.


    "You are like a daughter to me. I know the burden this places on you, but it is how I feel. I worry about you. Do what you must, but remember that you do not need to exhaust yourself to be valuable to us."


    "Yes, Your Majesty."


    Mey felt a surge of urgency to leave; the atmosphere was stifling. She did not argue further and quickly prepared the medicine. Her priority was to complete her task and exit the room promptly.

 CHAPTER 14

    Throw Caution to the Wind


    He traced his fingers through her hair. Their lips met in a kiss that was both tender and impassioned, each moment drawing them closer. Her lips were soft, her breath a warm whisper against his skin, and her scent¡ªlike a trance¡ªenveloped him, leaving him lost. She was undeniably real, not a mere figment of his dreams. The intensity of their connection was overwhelming; he wanted this moment to last an eternity. Despite the fervor she demonstrated in initiating the kiss, he could sense a hint of hesitation in her. Yet he drew her nearer, deepening their kiss. She gasped softly, a sound that ignited a fire within him.


    He became acutely aware of every nuance of her response¡ªthe gentle caress of her fingers, the rhythm of her breath, her voice, her gasps, her delicate hesitation. He sought to imprint each detail upon his memory, every touch and murmur, and even the brief moments of hesitation he would not allow her to fully process as kissed her to make her forget it all. It was as if he were trying to capture the very essence of her in this single, electrifying encounter. The world beyond them ceased to exist.


    A distant thud startled maya, causing her to pull away, but he was unwilling to relinquish the closeness they had achieved. He pulled her back into his arms, his lips reclaiming hers with a desperate urgency. The fireworks in the distance painted the sky with brilliant hues, their sounds a stark contrast to the intense silence of their moment. She pulled away again, her gaze returning to the reality that intruded upon their sanctuary.


    "We should not," she said, her voice imbued with a gentle but resolute gravity.


    "Why?" John inquired, his voice filled with a mixture of longing and dissapointment.


    "This is a sacred place of prayer, Your Highness. We must show respect."


    "I was not aware that you were religious."This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.


    "I am not, still," she responded.


    He regarded her thoughtfully, recognizing her need to adhere to her principles. Reluctantly, he released her and took a seat on a nearby bench, gesturing for her to join him. She followed his instruction and took a seat as well.


    "I guess, we should have been more considerate of the setting. So if you''re not religious then why did I find you here?"


    "I don''t know......"


    She hesitated, her eyes revealing the depth of her inner conflict. John noticed her reluctance and offered a soothing presence.


    "You need not disclose more than you are comfortable with," he said gently.


    They fell into a reflective silence, the tranquil atmosphere of the chapel surrounding them. The space was bathed in the soft luminescence of moonlight, filtering through the stained glass windows and casting an enchanting glow upon the stone walls.


    John, lost in his thoughts, contemplated the all the scenarios he had envisioned if he met her again. All the pessimistic and optimistic ones. After a moment, he posed the question that had been troubling him, despite already knowing her likely response.


    "Why did you act as you did? Why did you take that arrow?" His voice was deep, laden with solemnity.


    "Your Highness, you are already aware of the answer. You are the sole prince of this country, and the hopes and aspirations of countless subjects rest upon your shoulders. Should anything befall you, it would bring despair to the entire nation..."


    "Stop!" he interrupted, his tone filled with  frustration.


    "You are a source of exasperation at times. You are still the same I see. I loathe the fact that you and all of them, how you all throw yourself in front of me like I am worthy of such a sacrifice" he continued, his voice softening as he covered his eyes with his hand. "I just want you to live. So please do."


    She was taken aback by his outburst but she knew the reason behind it. He was burdened and feeling guilty. She knew him to be always like that. She remained calm, her gaze fixed on the chapel''s serene front. Though she wanted to offer the usual reassurances of loyalty and patriotism, she found herself unable to do so. And knowing him that never worked on him. Instead, she spoke with a quiet resolve, addressing the profound emptiness between them.


    "I comprehend your anguish. You bear an immense burden of guilt, witnessing the sacrifices made in your name. It must seem as though these lives are given in vain, and you carry that weight of their deaths with you. You live on as they have died saving you. It is difficult but this is the burden of the crown you carry. You must learn to live with it."

 CHAPTER 15

    The progress of drug development was proceeding more slowly than she had anticipated. They were racing against time, and she was under immense pressure to deliver results. With each passing moment, lives were at stake. This was not a typical scenario in which she could work with patience, investing several hours into research. Her daily routine involved navigating the wards, managing her medical team, attending to His Majesty, and now preparing detailed reports on research progress, funding, and experimental results for submission to the royal court. The demands were exhausting.


    Her productivity had declined, her complexion had grown pallid, and the bags under her eyes had worsened. She was barely making it to her room before collapsing from sheer exhaustion. In recent days, the scant five hours of sleep she managed were frequently interrupted by worsening insomnia. She had a nagging, unsettling sense that something was amiss.


    The disease exhibited an unusual progression. While records of similar diseases affecting small communities existed, droplet infection alone could not account for the scale of transmission. Moreover, the symptoms were more severe than those documented, although similar in nature.


    What was the cause? The Sereath district was the most severely affected by the epidemic. There appeared to be a regional component to the disease; it was not solely transmitted via droplets. Yet, the missing factor remained elusive. The only way to uncover the answer was through a direct investigation in Sereath. However, for the moment, the development of the drug remained paramount. Furthermore, royal doctors were customarily restricted from working outside the palace or in peripheral regions. She hoped to develop the drug and then propose an additional statement to secure permission to travel to Sereath. If her efforts yielded favorable results, she might be granted the autonomy to conduct independent research. That was her objective.


    ''I cannot afford to give up. I must persist. There is more to this situation than meets the eye,'' she mused to herself as she rose from her chair. On this occasion, she was unable to retire to her quarters and instead succumbed to sleep at her desk. The numerous papers and folders surrounding her obscured her view of the desk. She had not realized that it was time for the lab attendants to return. Hearing their conversations in the distance, she quickly roused herself.


    "Ah, you are back. Please inform me about the conclusions drawn from yesterday''s experimental trials. Have we made any progress?"The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.


    "Regrettably, we have not, Doctor," a young man in glasses and a lab coat replied promptly. "The results indicate some progress, but they are far from meeting the minimal efficiency threshold we require."


    "Please elaborate."


    "Ebichae seeds have proven more toxic than beneficial in treating the disease. While they offer marginal relief in reducing inflammation, the emergence of new side effects¡ªboth short-term and long-term¡ªhas been concerning. We will continue with additional testing and follow-up observations, but the prognosis remains discouraging. I apologize, Doctor."


    Mey sank into a state of despair but made every sure to conceal it. Despite her diligent work, everything seemed to be unraveling. Her persistent efforts and repeated appeals to His Majesty for the approval of costly research had yielded insufficient results. Nonetheless, giving up was not an option. She resolved to maintain her remaining optimism. Although she was not naturally inclined toward optimism, it was the only rational stance given the circumstances. It was also the only thing that could delude her to remain calm.


    "How is the research progressing on plasma transfusions?"


    "We are addressing that as well, albeit secondarily. Our primary focus has been the Ebichae drug, so we have not devoted as much attention to plasma transfusions."


    "I have reviewed the comprehensive conclusions from all the laboratory experiments. I regret to inform you that Ebichae is not demonstrating satisfactory results in other trials either," Mey stated with a note of finality.


    "Shall we then discontinue the research?"


    "We might have to reduce the experimentation, as results are quite self explanatory," Mey responded after a moment of contemplation.


    "Doctor, does this mean we are abandoning the effort? What will happen if we do? Will the epidemic persist without an effective treatment?"


    "Certainly not. It is just the time to shift our focus. Labs A through D will prioritize plasma transfusions. Extensive research in this area is imperative. Lab E will only continue with the concluding follow-up observations for the Ebichae drug."


    "Doctor, plasma treatment has not been conducted on such a large scale before. The concept is not fully developed, and implementing it on such a scale is fraught with risk."


    "What other alternative do we have? It is preferable to attempt something rather than nothing. For now, we must assess its efficacy, as this approach has not been widely tested. The broader application on a national scale is a concern to address only after we establish its effectiveness. Proceed with your work."


    "Yes, Doctor," the group of young researchers replied in unison, and they dispersed to make the necessary adjustments. Mey immediately began reviewing medical records for the next treatment strategy. This was their final hope; it had to succeed. She vowed to devote herself entirely to this endeavor. Yet, greater challenges awaited. On Monday, she would need to present and justify the records and rationale for the abrupt shift in treatment plans directly to the prince himself. She felt nauseous.

 CHAPTER 16

    "Lilo!" Sophie called out, her voice filled with a mix of concern and frustration as she dashed after her daughter. "Slow down! You''re going to fall!"


    But Lilo was oblivious to her mother''s warnings. Her senses were overwhelmed by the vibrant spectacle surrounding her. After a week trapped indoors, the outside world seemed like a magical wonderland. Shops lined the street with windows adorned in a dazzling array of colors¡ªcrimson, emerald, and sapphire¡ªthat cast playful reflections on the pavements. Each display was a so visually stimulating, with twinkling fairy lights and whimsical decorations seen through glass panes.


    Lilo clutched a rainbow of candies, their sweetness sending her into a delightful sugar frenzy. She darted past cotton candy stalls where clouds of pastel pink and blue spun in mesmerizing circles, releasing a sugary aroma that mingled with the cool air. The popcorn corner exuded a buttery fragrance that made her cravings grow even more. Every corner offered a new sensory delight, and Lilo could barely contain her excitement.


    Her gaze landed on a shop with a sign reading "Chocolate!!" in gleaming gold letters. Her eyes widened in pure astonishment. Chocolate was a recent sensation in the capital, a treat from the northeast Magmor district of Ceracuse. This delicacy, renowned for its perfect balance of bitterness and sweetness, popular amongst adults and children alike, had captivated the city. Lilo had tried it twice before with her father. She annoyed him till he fell weak to her cute persistance and bought her loads of it. Much out of their budget. The seweet, velvety texture of the treat had enchanted her each time.


    Determined to experience this joy once more, she bolted toward the shop, her small feet barely touching the ground and her ponytails fluttering with the wind. As she approached at full speed, an elderly man unexpectedly emerged, pushing the shop door open. Unable to stop her momentum, Lilo collided with him, sending the old man sprawling onto the sidewalk with a muted thud.A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.


    "Oof!" he exclaimed, wincing and starting to cough uncontrollably.


    Lilo quickly got to her feet, her cheeks flushed with concern. She saw the old man on the ground and hurried over. "Oh no, Mishter, are you okay?" she asked, her lisp adding a touch of innocence to her concern. Her eyes were wide and sincere as she extended a small hand.


    After a few moments, the old man managed to stop coughing and, with a gentle smile, accepted her hand and stood up. "Thank you, little lady," he said, his voice cheerful despite the mishap.


    "Lilo!" Sophie called out, finally catching up. She saw her daughter had crashed into the man, causing him to fall. "I''m so sorry, sir. My daughter is just¡ª" She stopped, frustration mingling with her concern as she glanced at Lilo. "Lilo, apologize to the mister."


    "No, no, there''s no need for that," the old man interjected, waving his hands dismissively.


    "No, she must," Sophie insisted. "Lilo?"


    "I''m shorry, Mishter. I shouldn''t run in the shtreet," Lilo said, her voice a soft whisper, her gaze fixed on the ground as she clutched her hands together.


    The old man looked at her and chuckled warmly. "It''s perfectly fine, child. Congratulations to you, madam, on having such an adorable daughter," he said, tipping his hat to Sophie.


    "Yes, it''s both a blessing and a curse," Sophie replied, offering a polite curtsy.


    The old man laughed heartily but was soon interrupted by another fit of coughing. "Oh dear," he said, catching his breath. "It''s been a pleasure meeting you, ladies. I must be on my way, as I am running late. But for the little miss who was so eager to get to the shop, here''s a little something." He handed Lilo a large chocolate bar, the wrapping shimmering in the sunlight. "I must be off now. See you around, ladies."


    With a final tip of his hat, he walked away.


    "Lilo," Sophie stopped her daughter just as she was about to take a big bite of the chocolate bar. She carefully inspected it to ensure it was safe before handing it back. Lilo took a generous bite, her eyes sparkling as the rich, creamy chocolate melted in her mouth. The sweet, velvety flavor enveloped her senses, creating a moment of pure bliss. It was a rare treat, and she reveled in the taste, savoring every second of her magical day. She spent the remainder of the day basking in the joy of her delicious, free treat.

 CHAPTER 17

    John entered the room. Upon catching sight of the venerable figure seated upon the bed, he promptly knelt on one knee and lowered his head in reverence.


    "To the Sun of Ceracuse, may your reign be long and everlasting. Your Majesty, it is an honor to be illuminated by your radiant presence. I, John Alastair, announce my arrival."


    "Rise," replied the king with a measured tone.


    John stood slowly, maintaining his gaze downward and his right hand clenched in a fist over his chest. He remained in a stance of attentiveness.


    "Approach closer," instructed the king.


    "Yes, Your Majesty," John responded, moving cautiously towards the bedside and taking a seat in the nearby chair as instructed by the king gesturing to him. An uncomfortable silence ensued until the old man finally spoke.


    "How have you fared, my child?"


    "I am well, Your Majesty. The passage of years has been favorable," John replied, his gaze still averted.


    "You appear uneasy."


    John remained silent.


    "I understand. It has been many years since we last met. Do not maintain a distance, my child. I have grown too old for such formalities. If it does not cause you undue discomfort, treat me as you did in your younger years."


    John hesitated a bit but then finally raised his head and looked the king straight int he eyes.


    "Forgive me, Your Majesty, but it has indeed been many years since then. I have matured significantly over the years and have changed. I no longer recall my behavior towards you during my youth."


    "I see. So that is the nature of the matter. My son, I suspected you might harbor some resentment towards me. I still perceive it in your expression." John was about to respond, but the king interrupted.


    "Do not attempt to refute it. I am familiar with that expression. Though you may now appear reserved and controlled, your eyes remains as expressive as it was in your youth," the king said with a hint of nostalgia. He then turned his gaze away and looked into the distance. John observed him quietly. The king continued, "Do not be harsh towards your father. The circumstances were indeed difficult. I had only one child, you, and nearly even lost you twice. I was compelled to send you away. I have never confessed this before, but I deeply regretted it. My child, please find it in your heart to forgive me. Despite the hardships, I should have made more effort to visit you more often."This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    John pondered his response for a moment, then, noting the pained expression on his father''s face, he finally spoke. "It may take some time for me to feel comfortable in your presence once more. However, Your Majesty, I assure you that I will make a sincere effort."


    "Thank you," the king replied with a relieved smile. "Now, tell me, are you in good health?"


    "I have been well. I attempted to visit earlier but was not permitted entry. I have recently been getting acquainted with Aunt Elizabeth," John explained.


    "Ah, Elizabeth. She must have given you some trouble," the king chuckled at the mention of his mischievous sister. "How is she? Why is she not present?"


    "She has been out today to visit a cloth market or some such place; I do not recall precisely. She was also eager to meet you."


    "Are you two getting along?"


    "Yes, quite well. She is delightful company. Though I must mention, she is both loud and unexpectedly entertaining."


    The king laughed with genuine delight, pleased to learn of the camaraderie between his son and sister. John, who had been quietly smiling at his father''s laughter, remembered his earlier concern.


    "Your Majesty, I wish to inquire about the medical team. I have learned that your personal physician and her team are conducting unauthorized experiments in the laboratories. When questioned, she indicated that she had your approval to proceed without formal authorization from the Royal Court. Is this accurate?"


    "Ah, well, you are already aware of court matters. Indeed, I permitted her to conduct her experiments. She demonstrated remarkable enthusiasm for her research and is, without doubt, one of the most capable doctors in Ceracuse. She has established an extensive management regime for common diseases within our realm. Her contributions have significantly advanced our medical knowledge. Thus, when she requested permission to continue her work on the epidemic¡ªpersistent as she was¡ªI granted it based on her proven capability and record."


    "Without requiring an official order?"


    "Allow me to explain. Mey, while exceptionally capable, often maintains a certain distance from palace affairs. I felt a degree of sympathy for her being summoned to the palace daily to attend to me, so I granted her more freedom. I allowed her to operate as she saw fit."


    "Your Majesty, that seems to be a rather hasty decision."


    "I acknowledge your concern, but I have trust in that child. She has demonstrated unwavering loyalty to Ceracuse, and I owe her much. Therefore, I chose to permit her autonomy. Try to respect her wishes and refrain from pressing her unduly. She mentioned she will submit a report on her ongoing experiments to you shortly, so be patient. She may be avoidant but she is never inefficient."


    "I understand, Your Majesty. Although I still find the decision somewhat hasty, I will trust your judgment."


    "Now, since you have returned to the capital, how do you find it, tell me in detail?"


    The king and John continued their conversation for an extended period, engaging in casual dialogue and catching up on the state affairs and events of the  years that had passed.

 CHAPTER 18

    The elderly clerk was diligently engaged in correcting and organizing the ward records. All the previous admissions required summarization and filing, while the new entries needed to be recorded afresh. It was yet another demanding day. He had been feeling particularly fatigued over the past few days. Given his advanced age, it was not unusual to experience increased tiredness, yet this period had proven exceptionally challenging for him. Perhaps it was due to the escalating workload, though he had no other explanation.


    "Arthur, where are you, Arthur?" Mey called out with urgency.


    "I am here," the old man replied, raising his hand to signal through the group of people. Mey spotted him and approached with a brisk pace.


    "I have been searching for you everywhere. Do you possess the files for the patient in bed 38? She was discharged this morning, and I was not informed," she said, her tone both hurried and concerned.


    "Yes, I do. They have been returned to the storeroom. Do you require them?"


    "Yes, indeed. As promptly as possible."


    "May I inquire as to the reason?"


    "I need her to return for testing in the plasma laboratories. We require individuals who have recovered to be examined. They persist in discharging patients without notifying me. Additionally, please provide me with the data on patients discharged this week, as it may be necessary."


    "Understood. I shall review the files and ensure everything is prepared by tomorrow morning."


    "Thank you, Arthur. You are the best. I must go quick. I need to attend to His Majesty. I shall see you tomorrow." She hurried and was out the door in a blink.


    "Little one, wait..." The old man began, about to call her back to offer her a newly acquired sweet¡ªchocolate, but she already gone. He knew she had a fondness for confections similar to his own, and he often shared his new treats with her. However, she had been unusually occupied of late.This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    "Good day, Arthur," came a solemn voice. It was Ein from the science lab, currently working under Mey. A young man of considerable intellect and seriousness, his pale complexion, large round spectacles, and oversized lab coat gave him an eccentric appearance. The old man was not particularly fond of him, finding his demeanor overly serious, though he appreciated the young man''s dedication.


    "Ah, Ein," the old man acknowledged.


    "Has Dr. Mey informed you about the reports on the patients that may be needed?" Ein inquired.


    "Yes, she has. I will have them ready by morning. Now, run along..." He gestured for Ein to leave, but as the young man turned to depart, the old man called him back remembering of something to ask him about.


    "Hey Ein, listen."


    "Yes?"


    "Could you inform me when little Mey is next available? She always seems occupied these days. And dear me, have you observed her? She appears quite frail. Though she was slender before, at this rate, she may deteriorate further. What is the matter with her? Why does she not take some rest?"


    "She is currently managing consecutive shifts in the wards. In addition to her rounds, she leads the research across all laboratories and frequently visits His Majesty for followup too. Though, with His Majesty''s condition improving, she might not need to make that visit much longer. Hence, she is indeed very busy and cannot afford leisure time at present. Especially not for your daily teatime." Ein said with a smirk teasing him.


    "You impudent..." The old man began with a hint of exasperation, but was interrupted by a sudden coughing fit. Ein stood awkwardly, awaiting for him to recover. As the old man composed himself, he continued, "Ah, that was unsettling. As I was saying... (cough) ahem, please deliver this to her when you encounter her. She departed before I had the chance." The old man handed him a bar of chocolate, accompanied by a card.


    "What is this?"


    "You need not concern yourself with the details. Simply place it on her desk in the lab."


    "I''m afraid I cannot bring food into the lab."


    "Just do it, young man..." The old man shook his fist playfully, causing Ein to flinch slightly, though he maintained his composure. "Sigh... Simply place it on her desk. It is wrapped, so it should be permissible. Ensure she receives it today, understood?"


    "As you wish, Arthur," Ein replied, begrudgingly, and proceeded on his way.


    "That insufferable lad. He just doesn''t listen the first time." the old man muttered as he returned to his task of arranging the files and medical records. He was ready to head out as  mey was gone till the next morning and his work was almost finished. He also longed for the comfort of home and a restful night, as the long day had thoroughly exhausted him.

 CHAPTER 19

    As the hours elapsed, the atmosphere in the room grew increasingly tense. The ongoing exchanges, detailed explanations, disagreements, and probing questions rendered Jerald increasingly uncomfortable. The two individuals before him appeared to be engaged in a verbal battle, with each minor error seized upon and used to their advantage. Overwhelmed by the relentless nature of the discussion, he rose quietly and exited to seek some respite.


    The somber office, characterized by its monotonous routine, felt more stifling than usual. The paperwork cluttered every available surface, and at the center of the room, John occupied his chair behind a massive central desk. The desk was laden with ominous-looking files, stacked at its edges. Opposite him, Mey sat with impeccable posture, her substantial file resting heavily in her lap. The file was open, and she struggled to manage its weight as she diligently reviewed it, addressing John''s investigative queries with precision.


    Three hours into the session, it seemed that the meeting was nearing its conclusion. Mey had adeptly answered all of John''s inquiries and elucidated the rationale behind the revised planning and laboratory maneuvers. The session had been lengthy and intense, with John adopting an unusually stringent approach. Nonetheless, Mey responded effectively, providing well-reasoned justifications for each question posed.


    "Doctor, your request to continue research on plasma treatment will be duly considered. There is a substantial likelihood that it will be approved," John declared, closing his files and meticulously arranging the scattered papers before him.


    "Thank you, Your Highness," Mey responded, offering a slight bow. After a moment of contemplation, she continued, "Your Highness, I wish to make an additional request. I seek permission to travel to the Sereath District to directly investigate the root cause of the epidemic. As I have previously indicated, there appears to be a geographical component to this outbreak. It cannot be solely attributed to contact transmission. There must be a significant factor in Sereath."This book''s true home is on another platform. Check it out there for the real experience.


    "Doctor, as I have previously informed you, such a request cannot be accommodated. Royal doctors are not permitted to operate outside the palace, particularly beyond the capital. Additionally, we cannot permit you to leave, given the critical nature of the research you are conducting here at the royal hospital," John replied, his tone firm and resolute.


    "But I must¡ª"


    "The decision is final. You are not authorized to proceed. This is a matter that even His Majesty, the King, would be unable to alter. He, more than anyone else, is firmly opposed to this course of action. Thus, the decision stands."


    John was generally known for his leniency and helpfulness, though he adhered strictly to protocols. However, he had been noticeably stricter with Mey. He was conscious of his heightened rigidity, though he knew that even without it, the outcome would remain unchanged. Despite his unease with his own behavior, he was unsure how to address it. His discontent was not due to personal animosity but rather a vague discomfort with her presence. Furthermore, His Majesty''s unexpected support for Mey added to John''s unease, leaving him feeling unsettled and perhaps even envious. His irritation with her was evident, though the exact reason remained unclear.


    "You are dismissed," John said, cutting off any further attempts she might make to persuade him.


    Mey appeared defeated. The disappointment from John''s response was evident on her face, as she could no longer maintain her usual composure. She was too fatigued to defend her position further and lacked the energy to counter his arguments. Accepting her defeat, she resolved to address the matter another day and desired to return to the hospital. She bowed respectfully.


    "Yes, Your Highness. I beg your pardon," she said, gathering the heavy file into her bag and rising to leave. However, as she took her first step, the world around her began to spin. She lost her balance, her vision blurred, and her ears rang. She collapsed to the floor, the large file falling with a resounding thud, and papers scattered across the room.

 CHAPTER 20

    Her vision blurred, and her ears began to ring. She collapsed onto the floor, the large file falling in front of her with a resounding thud, scattering papers across the room.


    John, taken aback, swiftly rose and approached her. The noise of the file hitting the ground had disoriented him. Had she struck her head? He hurried to her side to assist her but was again astonished to see blood staining the papers in front of her. Blood was flowing from her nose.


    "Doctor! Doctor!" he called urgently, but she remained unresponsive, her gaze fixed vacantly on the floor. Her disorientation rendered her unable to hear him. John, growing increasingly anxious, picked her up and carried her to a nearby sofa. Kneeling before her, he addressed her with concern.


    "Miss Mey, can you hear me?" he inquired, his voice laced with worry. "Jerald, where are you? I need you here immediately!" John called for Jerald loudly. Mey, roused by his urgent tone, gasped for breath, struggling to breathe. She raised her hands to her face, astonished to see the blood. Observing her distress, John offered her his handkerchief.


    "Here, please use this. I will seek assistance immediately." As he prepared to leave, Mey, clutching the handkerchief to her nose, rose abruptly, her desire to leave evident.


    "No, no, Your Highness, please do not trouble yourself on my account. I will manage on my own. It is merely a nosebleed; I experience them frequently. It is of no consequence," she said as she bent to gather the scattered papers. Her urgency to resolve the situation was palpable. John observed her in desbelief however, as she continued to collect the papers, he lifted her once more and placed her gently on the couch.


    "Miss, I must express my concern, though we are not well-acquainted, that you are quite an exhausting individual. You frequently suffer from nosebleeds? Huh. So is that normal now? As a medical professional yourself, you should be aware that this is not to be taken lightly. Furthermore, the manner in which you collapsed could have led to serious injury," John said as if he was scolding her.


    "But¡ª"Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.


    "No objections. Remain here while I arrange for medical assistance," he insisted, his authority clear. He then exited to find Jerald and instructed him to bring a physician. Upon returning, he approached Mey once more.


    "Forgive the intrusion," he said gently, touching her forehead with a practiced hand. She flinched also making him a bit hesitant but he continued. "As I suspected, Miss, you are also running a fever. Is it not your duty to ensure your own well-being?"


    Mey remained silent, her eyes still spinning. Her complexion was pallid, and her dark circles had intensified, giving her a frail and ill appearance. John''s irritation grew as he observed her. She was a relentless individual, driven by her own goals and resistant to guidance. Although he scarcely knew her, he was aware of her tireless work ethic, which left her on the brink of collapse, and her resolve to investigate the epidemic in Sereath alone. Was she recklessly endangering her health, or was her unwavering dedication to her country a form of self-sacrifice? Whatever the case, it aggravated John further. His frustration stemmed not from hatred, but from a profound sense of responsibility and unease. As the prince, he was accountable to those like her for their dedication and sacrifices. Yet, he wished that those like her would be more self-preserving, alleviating his sense of guilt. In some respects, he found her admirable, which made his discomfort with her even more acute. The complexity of his feelings was difficult to untangle.


    Noticing her attempt to avert her gaze, John remembered her crying alone that night. She seemed uncomfortable with his presence, and he understood and remembered her reluctance to show vulnerability. Consequently, he stepped away and began gathering the scattered papers. As Mey stood up to assist, he interjected.


    "Sit back down. It is an order," he commanded with a touch of firmness. Unable to protest, she sat back down hesitantly.


    Soon, another physician arrived. The remainder of the afternoon was spent with the doctor attending to Mey. Despite her protests, Mey was instructed to rest in her quarters. A formal notice was issued, barring her from the royal hospital for the next two days and reducing her night shifts. She was also prohibited from entering the prince''s office to contest the decision and forbidden from leaving her quarters during this period.


    Elizabeth, upon learning of the situation, reacted strongly. Mey faced repeated reprimands and frequent visits from Elizabeth. Confined to her bed, she was initially restless but quickly succumbed to a deep slumber as soon as she lay down. The following days were a blur. She had not experienced such restful sleep in some time, and the softness of the bed was a forgotten luxury. Her body, too weak to process her surroundings, focused solely on recuperation.

 CHAPTER 21

    Arthur''s condition had progressively worsened over the past few days. His coughing had intensified, accompanied by increasing fatigue and a notably high fever. These were signs he regrettably knew all too well. The situation was grave¡ªhe had contracted the disease, and the epidemic had inevitably reached him.


    The strengthening winter had contributed to the rising number of cases in recent weeks. Arthur was well-acquainted with the sickness. He quickly self-diagnosed before it was too late. Even so, he questioned what might have happened had he not recognized the signs. Although his condition was not critical yet, he was determined not to burden anyone. The royal wards were already overwhelmed and could barely accommodate more patients. Additionally, Mey was absent due to her own illness. Arthur was aware of her recent collapse and did not wish to trouble her further. He knew that if she learned of his affliction, she would immediately leave her sickbed to attend to him. Arthur resolved not to impose on her any more than necessary.


    Arthur had known Mey since she first arrived at the castle. At that time, she was a deeply melancholic child. Her eyes were dull, and her demeanor was excessively somber for someone of her age. She never talked or interacted with anyone and just stood quietly trying to avoid people. Arthur often felt that she seemed to lack any will to live, which was deeply unsettling to him.


    He was assigned to care for her but was unsure at first. He tried hard to make her at ease around him and most of his efforts remained fruitless. One day he took little Mey to his work. He noticed the child starting to flip through the pages of huge medical record registers. This suprised him. He had succeeded to find something of her interest and also pleasently suprised at her aptitude and intellegence to grasp the complex concepts of the feild. So he brought mey to work with him everyday and she followed him without question. She started helping him around the wards still avoiding any else approaching her but him.Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation.


    Mey, once withdrawn and disinterested, developed a profound passion for medicine, particularly for needles and mixing remedies. Arthur took great joy in seeing her find purpose and light in her work. Her once lifeless eyes began to gleam with newfound vitality. Mey''s dedication to her work became all-consuming. She immersed herself in the field, spending long days and nights at the wards, driven by an insatiable desire to learn. She had little interest in interacting with children her own age, as her focus remained firmly on medicine.


    Over time, Mey evolved into a remarkably skilled practitioner. At just 17, she was approved to work alongside seasoned doctors significantly older and more experienced than herself. Her exceptional talent and fervent dedication were evident, and Arthur was confident she was destined for greatness. Though he had no children of his own and had never fully grasped the joy of parenthood, Arthur began to understand it through his observations of Mey. Her achievements became a source of immense pride for him. Despite her continued struggles with social interaction, Mey grew closer to Arthur, often seeking him out during her rare moments of free time. Their bond deepened; although she remained cautious and mistrustful of others, she shared her worries with him during their occasional strolls. They were not biologically related, but their relationship resembled that of a father and daughter.


    Arthur was reluctant to worry Mey further. She was already ill and overworked. He knew that if he registered at the royal hospital, the news would inevitably reach her. So, on that morning, he rose with great effort, determined to conceal his frailty. He dressed meticulously to mask any sign of weakness and proceeded with his routine. He took a brief leave and gathered his essentials from his desk before heading out. His plan was to go to a neighboring city to register as someone afflicted by the plague. He hoped to avoid troubling Mey and was optimistic that he would receive treatment, recover swiftly, and return. After all, his condition had not yet reached a critical stage. He looked forward to returning and greeting Mey once more.

 CHAPTER 22

    The door to the room swung open, revealing Elizabeth standing dramatically at the center. She was visibly upset, her frustration clear as she met his gaze. The king, seated with his customary amused expression, looked up with a knowing smile.


    "Lizzie, my dear, you''ve returned! How I''ve missed you!" the king exclaimed with a touch of urgency, sensing the storm brewing.


    "I have indeed returned, though it has been several days," Elizabeth began, her tone tinged with exasperation. "First, you fell ill due to your recklessness. I distinctly warned you against visiting that plague-stricken area. You must remember, you are not as youthful as you once were. Then, you were confined to your quarters for weeks. I forgave you upon your recovery, and now you seem intent on evading me under the pretext of work. What work, pray tell? You are too occupied to spend time with me now?"


    "Lizzie."


    "Do not speak to me as if I am the same forgiving little sister of old. I shall not tolerate such disregard this time."


    "Dearest Lizzie, I am most sincerely sorry," the king said, stepping forward and patting her head. "I have responsibilities that demand my attention, and I must be accountable to my people. And ''too occupied to spend time with you''? Such a notion is far from the truth. Have you been feeling lonely?"


    Elizabeth''s eyes filled with tears at his tender words. He was her only remaining family, her pillar of support. Though she was usually composed, her concern for him was palpable.


    "I forbid you to die before me. I will go first. What would I do all alone?" she implored, her voice almost complaining as she hugged him like a child.If you come across this story on Amazon, it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.


    The king''s stern demeanor softened, revealing his deep affection. "My precious little bean, do not worry. I am in good health and shall remain so for at least another two years," he said, patting her head once more. "And let us not forget, you are fifteen years my junior. How could you even entertain the idea of going first? It is simply unreasonable."


    "You''re unreasonable," Elizabeth replied, her tears now subsiding. "Do sit down; there is much I wish to discuss."


    "Very well."


    "So much to tell. So much to know" Elizabeth said humming. "Oh. Have you met John yet? He has been most concerned about your health and has made quite a commotion. His sense of responsibility, though commendable, worries me greatly. He mirrors you in his tendency to overextend himself and seems incapable of relaxation. I wish he were a bit more carefree rather than the diligent young man who persistently hounds me with work. Just today, I finished the reports he has been pestering me about."


    "He has indeed grown into a fine young man. I am confident he will uphold my legacy with distinction. Our country may very well have a promising future thanks to him."


    "I know he is exceptional, but I long for him to enjoy life more fully. My concern is that he may end up sacrificing too much of himself and not pursuing his own happiness. Passionate individuals often exhaust themselves, and I fear he may follow that path."


    "Lizzie..." the king said, his voice laden with concern.


    "I am aware. That is why I am resolved to ensure that both you and John learn to be a bit more tender with yourselves. We are granted but one life, and it is only fitting we allow ourselves some indulgence," she said with a playful tone, aiming to lighten the mood. "Come now. I have procured a great many delights. Allow me to introduce you to the pleasures of indulgence. Follow me, dear brother."


    She gently tugged at his sleeve, reminiscent of a child''s playful insistence, and led him out of the room. The king, familiar with his sister''s determined nature, followed with a smile. He cherished these moments with her, which evoked fond memories of a simpler, carefree time.


    "Lizzie, do slow your pace."

 CHAPTER 23

    Jared was at home, engrossed in helping his wife, Sophie, with various household tasks. The aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen as sunlight streamed through the window, illuminating the cheerful space. He had a bit of time before heading to work, and he wanted to make the most of it.


    "Lilo, what would you like to eat this morning?" he asked, his voice warm and inviting.


    "Chocolate..." Lilo replied, her small hands rubbing her sleepy eyes as she spoke in a soft, feeble tone.


    "No, sweetheart, not chocolate. You need to have a proper breakfast to start your day," Sophie said firmly yet gently, her maternal instincts guiding her words.


    "Emmmmmm..." Lilo protested but remained silent. Normally, she would enthusiastically try to persuade her parents to indulge her whims, but today she was unusually quiet.


    "Lilo... princess, are you feeling sad?" Jared asked, concern etching his features as he approached her. He was flipping an omelet in a skillet, the sizzle filling the air with a mouthwatering scent. "How about I add some chocolate to your milk to make it choco milk? That could be fun, right?" He leaned down, whispering so Sophie wouldn''t overhear, hoping to coax a smile from her.


    "Okay, Papa," Lilo replied absentmindedly, her gaze drifting elsewhere.


    This behavior was out of character for her. Lilo was usually a vibrant, lively child, full of energy and joy. Jared''s heart ached at the sight of her passivity. He quickly set about preparing the milk, adding an extra sprinkle of chocolate, believing it might bring back her spark.


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    "Here you go, princess. Drink it all in one go!" he encouraged, playfully ruffling her curly brown hair that framed her face so adorably. To his surprise, she didn''t swat his hand away as she typically would, deepening his worry. He decided it was time to talk to Sophie about what might be troubling their little girl.


    "Is Lilo acting strangely today?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.


    "Hm. Is she?" Sophie replied, momentarily distracted as she folded laundry, the fresh scent of clean fabric surrounding them.


    "Yes, she definitely is," Jared insisted, sensing the seriousness of the situation. Noticing his concern, Sophie paused her chores and turned her attention to Lilo. Their daughter was struggling to finish the chocolate milk, a stark contrast to her usual eagerness to gulp it down in seconds.


    "She has been unusually quiet since last night," Sophie noted thoughtfully. "She didn''t eat much at dinner, either. It''s unlike her to be so compliant and less active. I think I should take her to see a doctor."


    "Let''s consult the little lady physician at the palace," Jared suggested, hoping for a quick resolution.


    "Dr. Mey? No, Jared. She is too kind to refuse but she''s likely overwhelmed with patients these days. I don''t want to burden her over every little problem of ours. They''re handling so many epidemic cases there too, and I also want to keep our child away from that," Sophie reasoned.


    "That''s a valid point," Jared agreed. "I''ll make sure to come back early and take her to a doctor."


    "No, you should focus on work. Don''t worry; I have everything under control. I will take her," Sophie reassured him, gently fixing his hair with a caring touch.


    He took her hand, pressing a soft kiss on her palm. "Okay, you know best. I''ll be back early," he promised. He then hugged her tightly and went to Lilo, planting a kiss on her cheek. He felt a pang of worry as he headed out the door, already late but hoping for the best.

 CHAPTER 24

    "I was aware of your presence. It was late, and I needed to cross the stream to return. That day, I was deeply unsettled, my emotions more disarrayed than usual. I didn''t mean to be elusive but I was avoiding everything and everyone. As I approached the bridge and saw you there, I was struck with such admiration.


    I don''t know if it was my loneliness or if you were exceptionally bright that night. From that distance, you looked almost celestial, like a figure from a painting. Though you were turned away, I recognized your silhouette instantly. You were seated by the bridge, lost in a book.


    The distant strains of music and the soft light illuminating your form captivated me. I know it sounds foolish, but I was paralyzed, unable to intrude upon such a perfect moment. I stood back, hidden in the shadows, hoping you would leave on your own, even though I was eager to cross to the other side. I couldn''t bear to approach, fearing you might adress me, so I remained still until you were gone."


    "What are you saying?" John asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he absorbed her confession. The depth of her feelings struck him as a revelation. She had never shown such profound devotion before, even in his most desperate moments. "Then why didn''t you tell me all this before? I was aching for your affection. Didn''t you realize how much I longed for it?"


    "I couldn''t say anything," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of regret and longing. "Even now, it''s difficult for me. When I hold someone in such high regard, I always end up keeping my distance. You were so perfect, so majestic and so beautiful, approaching you feels like it would tarnish that beauty with my person. I...."


    Her words faltered, choked by the weight of her emotions. She wanted to tell him how he was sweet, kind, and almost angelic. His brilliance was so overwhelming that she feared her own imperfections would obscure it. His light seemed to demand someone equally dazzling.


    "You were too radiant for me. I didn''t feel I could ever match you," she said softly, her voice imbued with sorrow.


    "Is that really your answer?" John''s voice was edged with frustration and disbelief. He couldn''t grasp why such a reason had kept her away for so long. He had sensed her lack of confidence in herself, but the extent of the self-doubt was a painful revelation. To him, she was the most beautiful and brilliant woman he had ever known.


    "You know I loved you. I was there that day, waiting for you, hoping to find you by chance. And I don''t believe you didn''t know my intentions. I waited for hours, believing that your absence was your answer. I thought you didn''t reciprocate my feelings. To hear now that from you now..."


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    "I''m sorry."


    "I don''t want to hear it," he interrupted, his voice heavy with exhaustion and hurt. "You''ve wounded me many times before, but to realize you never even tried to understand my feelings¡ªthat you decided we weren''t a match and distanced yourself all on your own¡ªit''s unbearable. Did you ever consider being brave enough to come and ask me?" John''s gaze was intense, and she found it impossible to meet his eyes. The pain and disappointment in his expression were almost too much to bear. "You''ve always been cruel and unfair, but this? If I had known any better I would have...... Long time ago I would..."


    His voice trailed off, worn out by their endless emotional circles. He sighed in defeat, admitting he couldn''t change her. "I''m too tired. I need to leave. It feels as though the more I pursue you, the more you evade me. The more I try to make it work, the more you seem to sabotage it. If you can''t accept my feelings, I don''t know what to do. It seems you find endless reasons to push me away. I refuse to come back to you this time."


    John''s words, heavy with pain, struck him like daggers, but he spoke them nonetheless. "Let this be the end now. I give up. When you see me next, act as though you don''t know me. You''re quite adept at that, aren''t you?"


    "I..." She tried to interject, her heart pounding with the realization that he was serious. She saw the resolve in his eyes and understood he meant it. She wanted to stop him, to bridge the chasm between them, but her own insecurities held her back. The thought of not matching him, of failing in comparison to him, was almost too painful to bear. He saw her hesitation and the familiar self-doubt that had resurfaced. He had seen this look on her before but only now he understood its meaning. It pained him deeply to see the anguish on her face. He longed to hold her again, to forgive her again, to kiss her until all her focus was solely on him and her doubts would fade away, but he knew he couldn''t force her to change with his affection. He had tried before, but her reluctance and hesitation were barriers he couldn''t overcome. It was her struggle, and only she could change herself. The sad part was that he wasn''t sure if she would try, for his sake.


    "Farewell, Miss," he said, his tone chillingly detached, as though bidding farewell to a stranger. He tipped his hat and walked out the door. As he left, her heart felt as though it had shattered. She collapsed to the floor. "What have I done? Was it right to let him go?" she thought through her muffled sobs. Tears streamed down her face, and the weight of her regret crushed her spirit.


    It was almost ironic how she had always believed this was how things were meant to be, yet the pain of his departure was a relentless reminder. Another cherished person had walked away from her. She despised herself for it. She had vowed never to love again, to avoid the pain, but here she was, ensnared once more.


    In the end, she admitted that she had loved him all along. She always knew it deep down but had never admitted it before. She was unbelievably stubborn and avoidant. She had once again missed her chance. She had distanced herself, as she always did.

 CHAPTER 25

    "Are you back already?" Ein inquired, a hint of concern in his voice.


    "No, I am merely here today to collect the reports submitted by Arthur. After that, I shall return to my quarters. They have not permitted me to work yet, but at least I can engage with some research materials. I will officially resume my duties the day after tomorrow. How is the testing progressing?" Mey responded, sifting through the cupboards filled with documents.


    "The testing is proceeding remarkably well, Doctor! I was genuinely excited to observe such promising results. We possessed invaluable data that we failed to recognize for an extended period. It is quite astonishing that more investments were not made in plasma transfusions previously," Ein remarked, his eyes reflecting enthusiasm and dedication. He was undoubtedly a workaholic, which made Mey comfortable entrusting tasks to him. His commitment to his work was commendable, though he sometimes exhibited a rather literal mindset, clinging to outdated methods¡ªalbeit with gradual improvement over time.


    Mey smiled upon hearing the positive news. "It is delightful to hear. Please continue to work diligently and, if you would, inform me where Arthur has left the files."


    "They are placed on your desk in the laboratory. Allow me a moment to retrieve them for you."


    Ein exited swiftly, leaving Mey alone in the records room. She perused the attendance register and was taken aback to discover that Arthur had taken a week off. What? Why has he taken time off? He never does that. He is always eager to be here each day. Lost in contemplation, she was interrupted by Ein''s return. He handed her the reports, along with a melted, sticky bar of chocolate, accompanied by a stained card.


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    "What is this?" she asked, puzzled.


    "Arthur insisted that I deliver this to you upon my arrival. He instructed me to place it on your desk, but you had not received it for several days due to your absence."


    "He compelled you to bring food to the laboratory?"


    "Indeed. I attempted to decline, but he referred to me as a brat and insisted that I comply," Ein replied earnestly, adjusting his glasses. Mey chuckled at the exchange.


    "That is very characteristic of him," she remarked with a smile. "Now, could you enlighten me as to why he has not attended work for three days and has taken an entire week off? This behavior is quite unusual."


    "Do not be concerned. He applied for leave because he wishes to take a break and embark on a vacation after a considerable interval. He noted this in his application, which was swiftly approved, given that he has not missed a single day of work throughout the year."


    "Very well," Mey responded, her tone still unconvinced, yet she accepted the papers and departed.


    Upon returning to her room, she felt fatigued from the brief walk and quickly laid down. Closing her eyes, she inadvertently reached for the chocolate placed on her side table and read the card attached to it.


    "Dear Little One, I am aware that you are exceedingly busy these days, but I could not forget that you crave sweets the more arduous your work becomes. Thus, I procured this treat and invested a considerable sum in it. You must join me for tea upon your return, and kindly express your gratitude for the sweet gift I have bestowed upon you.


    Yours,


    Arthur"


    Mey smiled at the sentiment but eventually paused. He had invited her for tea next time, yet he was currently away on vacation? Surely, he must have known of her illness and would have made an effort to visit her by now. Yet, she pondered why it felt so eerily quiet without Arthur''s usual presence and concern near her bedside during her times of illness. He had always been there. Something felt amiss.


    Mey dismissed the unsettling thought and resolved to investigate further when she was permitted to resume her duties. For now, she surrendered to the sweet embrace of slumber that enveloped her.

 CHAPTER 26

    Mey stepped into the medical ward, the familiar antiseptic scent permeating the air. Though she had returned to work for approximately a week and everything was back to normal, an unsettling feeling persisted, lurking just beyond her awareness. Arthur had been absent for an unexpectedly prolonged period, and despite her efforts to concentrate on her tasks, her focus remained elusive.


    "Dr. Mey, is everything satisfactory?" Ein inquired, his brow furrowed in concern as he observed her staring blankly at the same page for an extended duration.


    "Yes, everything is fine," she replied, suddenly more attuned to her surroundings.


    As the day progressed, her unease grew increasingly pronounced. The reports accumulating on her desk felt trivial in comparison to the pervasive sense that something was amiss. As she surveyed the ward, the absence of Arthur''s laughter and banter created a palpable emptiness that gnawed at her again.


    After considerable reflection, she resolved to take action. Following the submission of her application to leave early, she set off toward Arthur''s quaint residence, situated on a rugged, dusty road. She had been gone there with him many times before.


    Upon arriving at Arthur''s doorstep, she knocked, the sound echoing through the stillness. The garden, which was usually meticulously tended, now appeared overgrown and wild¡ªa stark contrast to its customary charm. Was Arthur still not returned? She knocked again, but received no response. In a moment of heightened urgency, she knocked repeatedly.


    "Arthur?" she called, her voice wavering slightly. Still, there was no reply. Her heart began to race as she knocked once more, louder and more desperate, yet the door remained resolutely shut. He still wasn''t back but everything felt suspicious. She could not return without some form of information. Desperation gripped her as she hastened to the neighboring houses, her footsteps echoing on the pavement. She knocked frantically, her breath quickening with each unanswered inquiry. Finally, an elderly woman opened her door two houses down the street. On seeing the girl busy catching her breath at her doorstep, curiosity etched upon her face.


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    "Good day, I am Mey. I am a friend of Arthur Bellack''s from work. He lives up there in that house. Might you have seen him around? I am unable to locate him; he has not reported to work in days," Mey implored, her voice trembling slightly.


    The woman''s brow furrowed in thought. "Ah Arthur Bellack that old bastar...... I recall. Several weeks ago, I visited his residence for our customary tea and a game of mahjong with some other friends. However, he rather brusquely declined our invitation, stepping back a few feet while holding a handkerchief to his nose. How rude, right? He mentioned something about going to the main hospital in Miller Cross when I inquired about him about that. He disclosed nothing further and promptly banged the door right in my face. Quite the  jerk, I must say."


    Mey''s heart sank, dread washing over her. The implications of maintaining distance, holding a handkerchief to his nose, and going to Miller Cross Hospital struck her with a heavy realization. ''Was it...... No it couldn''t be.''


    "I must take my leave at once. Thank you for your assistance," she stated, turning to depart.


    "Please, look after him when you find him although he deserves a lecture on ettique," the elderly woman called out as Mey hurried across the street.


    Panic surged within her, and the world around her blurred as she raced back to her quarters. Each step felt increasingly burdensome, the weight of impending dread pressing down on her. Arthur was afflicted by the epidemic? How had this come to pass? When had he fallen ill? Why had he not sought her assistance? Why choose Miller Cross Hospital and not come to the Royal hospital? A myriad of questions flooded her mind, but the most pressing was the guilt that consumed her¡ªshe had been on sick leave when Arthur fell ill, leaving her unable to support him. He had always been there for her; now, when he needed her she wasn''t there.


    She was running frantically. Reaching the palace gate she went straight to her dorm. Gathering her essentials, her hands trembled as the ominous feeling settled deeper in her gut. She submitted her application for immediate leave, disregarding any concerns about its approval. Her foremost priority was to reach Arthur without delay. There was nothing of greater importance than this. Before departing, she meticulously compiled a list of her duties, dividing her responsibilities equitably among her colleagues according to their expertise. She had no choice; they would have to manage the additional workload during her absence. She finished as quick as she could and ran out to go to Miller Cross on the first ride she could find.

 CHAPTER 27

    The following morning, a gray sky hung over the town, reflecting the anxious atmosphere in Jared and Sophie''s home. Lilo lay on the couch, wrapped in her favorite blanket, trembling with fever and coughing, deepening Jared''s concern. He paced the room, frequently checking the clock, feeling the minutes drag on.


    Sophie entered, her brow furrowed, holding a cup of herbal tea. "Jared, I think we need to take Lilo to the Royal Hospital today," she said, her voice steady but filled with worry. "The medicine hasn''t helped much, and her fever and cough... I hope not, but maybe it''s the plague."


    Jared nodded, urgency clear in his demeanor. "I agree, my dear. We must see the physician. She will know what to do."


    They prepared for the journey immediately, determined to help their daughter. Sophie kissed Lilo''s forehead and whispered soothing words before Jared carefully lifted her into his arms. The air was brisk and cold as they stepped outside, with winter approaching¡ªa bad sign for the spreading disease to get even worse.


    Jared mounted his horse, holding Lilo close, while Sophie stayed behind, looking at them anxiously until they disappeared around the street corner. "I''ll be back soon, my love," he promised, casting a reassuring glance back at her.


    The ride to the Royal Hospital was filled with unease, each rhythmic hoofbeat matching the quickening of his heart. As they approached the hospital, the atmosphere buzzed with activity, contrasting sharply with his anxiety. Upon entering, Jared approached the front desk, where a nurse named Nora greeted him.


    "Good day. We need to see Dr. Mey right away," he said urgently. "Our daughter, Lilo, has a fever and a bad cough."


    Nora''s expression turned serious. "I''m afraid Dr. Mey is not available today. She took a sudden leave of absence."


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    "What do you mean she''s not here?" Jared asked, disbelief creeping into his voice. "Dr. Mey never does that."


    "She was quite flustered earlier," Nora explained. "She submitted her leave request in a hurry and left before her shift began. We''re all quite concerned."


    Jared felt a wave of dismay. "But Lilo needs her."


    "I understand," Nora replied gently. "In the meantime, I can arrange for a junior doctor to examine her."


    "Can we not wait for Dr. Mey?" Jared pressed.


    "I know it''s not ideal," Nora said. "But the junior doctor can provide an assessment, and we''ll inform Dr. Mey as soon as she returns."


    Reluctantly, Jared agreed. "Alright, but I want Dr. Mey to see her as soon as she''s back."


    Nora quickly called for Dr. Collins, a young physician in training. He entered with a mix of nerves and determination. "Hello! I''m Dr. Collins. Let''s take a look at this brave girl."


    Jared knelt beside Lilo, stroking her hair as the doctor examined her. After a thorough check, Dr. Collins frowned. "I think it''s best to admit her to the ward for observation. She most certainly has been struck by the plague."


    "Will she be okay? Will Dr. Mey be able to see her when she returns?" Jared asked, anxiety tightening his chest.


    "Absolutely," Dr. Collins assured him. "As soon as Dr. Mey is back, she''ll review Lilo''s case personally. And don''t worry too much; you''ve been quick to recognize the child''s symptoms and get her examined. Her condition is not severe yet, so we hope for a good prognosis. But that will only be confirmed by my seniors, who will make rounds later today."


    With a heavy heart, Jared nodded and thanked him, knowing they needed to act. They prepared to take Lilo to the ward quickly, and he held her small hand tightly, whispering promises of comfort. "You''ll be okay, my dear Lilo. We''re right here with you."


    As they wheeled her into a ward. Jared was stopped at the doors, not allowing entry. He longed for Dr. Mey''s presence, someone they could trust in this uncertain time. He clung to hope that she would return soon. Until then, all he could do was wait and deal with the situation as sanely as he could. Sophie was back home worried as well. He needed to inform her too. He hesitated at the doors and slowly turned around to go back. What else could he do?

 CHAPTER 28

    As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the city, Mey stepped into the imposing entrance of Miller Cross Hospital. The heavy wooden doors creaked open, enveloping her in the antiseptic scent of carbolic soap and the muted murmur of worried conversations. The atmosphere was heavy with distress; it was a familiar sight for her, yet the conditions here were far worse than those at the royal hospital.


    The fading sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the anxious faces of relatives and friends. Their whispers and muffled sobs filled the crowded lobby, creating an oppressive ambiance that underscored the weight of uncertainty hanging over the polished marble floors.


    Mey approached the nurse''s station, striving to maintain her composure amidst the turmoil. "Arthur Bellack! Where is he? I need to see him," she inquired, her voice firm but laced with concern. The nurse''s gaze flicked up, her eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion. She consulted the files and replied, "Ward 3, Room 17." Her tone was cold and indifferent; she did not inquire whether Mey was related to Arthur, allowing her entry into the wards without hesitation.


    Mey''s eyes narrowed with urgency. "What''s his condition?" she pressed, her voice low but filled with anxiety.


    The nurse''s hesitation spoke volumes, echoing the unease in Mey''s heart. "Consult the doctor," she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. Frustration bubbled within Mey as she noted the nurse''s unprofessional demeanor, but she pushed it aside, knowing time was of the essence. Without a moment''s pause, she rushed inside.


    Navigating the labyrinthine wards, the soft glow of gas lamps cast eerie shadows on the walls, heightening her unease. She attempted to remain calm while keeping her distance from the other patients, many visibly suffering from the epidemic. A handkerchief covered her nose and mouth¡ªan effort to shield herself from the pervasive atmosphere of illness¡ªthough no one else seemed to share her concern.


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    Each step felt like a weight pressing down on her chest, the creaking of wooden floorboards and the soft rustle of medical charts amplifying the sense of dread. Mey''s heart sank with every passing moment, the air thick with the sounds of coughing and muffled sobs that reverberated through the corridors.


    Finally, she reached the isolation ward, where the sign on the door read "Quarantine," a grim reminder of the desperation within.


    Peering through the frosted glass window of Room 17, Mey''s heart shattered. Arthur lay motionless on the bed, and even from a distance, he appeared gravely ill and exhausted. She hesitated, her hand trembling on the doorknob as the reality of the situation weighed heavily on her. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to enter. The door creaked open, its sound cutting through the oppressive stillness. The scent of sweat and disinfectant assaulted her senses, making her stomach churn.


    She approached his bedside, her heart breaking as she took in his frail figure. His once-vibrant face was now pallid, a stark contrast to the lively person she had known. His eyes, once bright with vitality, were now sunken and lifeless, his skin taking on a haunting shade of blue. Blood smeared the front of his hospital gown, a horrifying indication of his dire condition.


    Collapsing into the chair beside his bed, Mey grasped his icy hands, tears streaming down her face as the weight of her grief threatened to engulf her. In that moment, all protocols and distances faded into insignificance; she was consumed by her sorrow. Clinging to Arthur''s hands, her heartbreak overwhelmed her, filling the air with the sound of her weeping, which mingled with his shallow, labored breathing to create a haunting melody of despair.


    As she held his hand, the depth of her grief bore down upon her like a heavy shroud. Her body shook with uncontrollable sobs, her heart heavy with the terrifying realization that she might lose him. This was the first time she had cared for someone so deeply that the very thought of their death filled her with paralyzing fear. How ironic it was¡ªshe was a doctor, yet this was a lesson about the fragility of life she had never fully understood. Despite her skills, she had been blissfully unaware of the profound emotional toll that such loss could exact.

 CHAPTER 29

    Ein diligently navigated the laboratory, deeply engrossed in his work with various materials. Merely two days prior, Arthur had been reassigned to the wards. Mey had efficiently orchestrated his transfer, securing financial support from the royal hospital. However, her demeanor had grown increasingly distant. She communicated only to provide Ein and his team with directives necessary to expedite the development in their research, engaging in no further conversation. Most of her time was spent within the wards, and her once-quiet disposition had intensified remarkably. Approaching her now seemed nearly insurmountable; she maintained an air of politeness, yet the haunted expression in her eyes hinted at a fragile grip on her sanity, discouraging any attempts at engagement.


    As usual, Ein was occupied in the wards, sifting through a multitude of documents. Mey had instructed him to complete testing and the second trial by evening, ensuring the results were submitted before the conclusion of her shift. She had become more desperate for research to be finished soon and he knew why. For Arthur. Although this task was overwhelming, Ein remained resolute in his commitment to see it through. He worked tirelessly to keep his junior researchers engaged, even as they bore the strain of extended hours. The gravity of their circumstances compelled them to persist in silence; no one dared to defy her at this juncture.


    Suddenly, Elizabeth, the king''s sister, entered hastily, her expression one of shock.


    "I have heard the distressing news concerning Arthur. And poor Mey..." she exclaimed, breathless.


    She approached Ein, inquiring, "Where are they? May I see Arthur? Can I see her?"


    "Your Highness, I must extend my sincerest apologies," Ein replied. "Arthur is in critical condition and is affected by an epidemic; we cannot permit you access at this time."


    "Who are you to make such a determination?" Elizabeth retorted. "I must see them immediately."


    "However..." Ein attempted to interject, yet she disregarded his words.


    "Step aside," Elizabeth commanded. "You cannot order me to halt; you possess no authority here."


    "But we have been instructed not to..." Ein persisted.


    "Whose orders?" Elizabeth inquired, her irritation palpable.


    "Orders from the royal court," Mey interjected, her voice cold and precise. Her expression remained impassive, yet her eyes radiated fierce anger and defiance.


    Elizabeth faltered.


    "Mey, I was eager to see you... and Arthur. I must see him," Elizabeth pleaded, moving to embrace Mey. However, Mey stepped back and bowed, evading the gesture.


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    When she rose, she met Elizabeth''s gaze directly.


    "You must return, Your Highness," Mey stated firmly. "You cannot meet Arthur, irrespective of your insistence."


    "But... how are you?" Elizabeth asked, concern etched upon her features. "Oh, Mey, I have been so worried for you."


    Mey gently removed Elizabeth''s hands from her shoulders, setting them aside.


    "I am well, Your Highness."


    "Mey, are you harboring anger towards me?" Elizabeth pressed.


    "I apologize," Elizabeth continued. "I understand that Arthur is like a father to you, and this must be immensely challenging, but I..."


    "May I speak candidly, Your Highness?" Mey interjected, her tone resolute.


    "Of course, my dear," Elizabeth replied. "Please, do be forthright."


    "I do not share the closeness you presume permits such familiarity," Mey responded, her voice firm. "We are not close enough for you to inquire about my well-being. We are not close enough for you to express concern for me. We are not close enough for you to disrupt my work with your affection."


    Mey''s words struck with such intensity, each sentence sharper than the last, that the atmosphere fell silent, leaving Elizabeth, Ein, and the junior researchers momentarily speechless.


    Ein finally stepped in, seeking to assist Elizabeth, who appeared at a loss for words.


    "Dr. Mey, if I may, it may not be prudent to be so direct with the..."


    Elizabeth interrupted him. "Do not impede her. After all, I encouraged her to be honest."


    Though she understood Mey''s aversion to her affection, witnessing such animosity in her eyes was profoundly disheartening.


    "Mey, I am truly sorry," Elizabeth said, her voice faltering. "I did not intend to discomfort you. I had no idea you felt such hatred towards me. I have always perceived you as family, like a dear child to me."


    Mey stood frozen, yet Elizabeth''s words resonated deeply within her. Looking at Elizabeth''s concerned expression, Mey found herself more wounded than comforted.


    "I do not harbor hatred for Your Highness," Mey replied. "However, I do not consider you family as well. Arthur is my only family. Your affection feels burdensome to me. If you wish to support me then do mw this one favor, I kindly ask that we maintain our distance in the future, for your presence brings me pain rather than solace."


    As she uttered the final sentence, Mey struggled to maintain her composed facade. She quickly averted her gaze, turning her face aside to conceal any emotion that might have surfaced.


    Elizabeth was profoundly hurt. It felt as if hundred of knifes were stabbed into her chest but she composed herself. "Very well, Mey. I understand. I shall respect your boundaries henceforth."


    With that, Elizabeth turned and exited hastily, gathering her dress around her.


    Ein observed the scene and turned to look at Mey in disbelief, yet Mey met his gaze boldly, conveying her lack of regret for her actions. Disappointment flickered in his eyes and he turned around to followed Elizabeth, concerned for her well-being, acutely aware of the hurt she sought to mask.


    Mey sighed and closed her eyes momentarily after they had left. She had finally articulated her long-suppressed discomfort regarding their interactions, particularly with Elizabeth. The kindness and affection intended to foster connection felt suffocating, regardless of their good intentions. In voicing her truth, she experienced a fleeting sense of relief¡ªa small breath of freedom. Perhaps she would not have to confront those feelings again. However, her momentary ease was soon eclipsed by the grim reality of the present. Refocusing her efforts, she returned to her tasks, collecting the files she had originally come for and making her way back to the wards.

 CHAPTER 30

    Ein hurried outside, the crisp air biting at his skin, the urgency of the moment propelling him forward. He spotted Elizabeth sitting alone on a bench by the side of the road, her figure small against the sprawling landscape. She stared into the distance, her shoulders trembling, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes.


    As he approached, Ein felt a swell of concern mingled with uncertainty. He offered her a handkerchief, the soft fabric a token of his intentions. Elizabeth looked up at him, annoyance flickering across her face before she accepted it with a hasty motion, wiping her tears with a mixture of frustration and gratitude. The silence between them grew heavy, laden with unspoken words.


    "Are you well, Your Highness?" Ein inquired gently, hoping to bridge the chasm of discomfort.


    Elizabeth''s voice trembled with sadness. "Doctor Mey truly despises me, does she not? Why can I not penetrate the walls she has built? I merely sought to offer her comfort. I was unaware of the depths of her distress."


    Ein inhaled deeply, his heart aching for her. "Doctor Mey is a complex individual. She typically shuns the company of others and harbors deep mistrust. She has been under considerable stress of late, particularly concerning Arthur. We are all worried for him as well. Please, excuse her words; they were likely uttered in a moment of anger."


    "No," Elizabeth replied, her voice firm. "I discerned the resolve in her eyes. She spoke the truth when she expressed her discomfort in my presence. Deep within, I have always known this but have chosen to ignore it, clinging to the hope that we might overcome it one day. Yet, she..." Elizabeth''s voice faltered, and fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.


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    "Your Highness, if you are aware that she does not appreciate your efforts, why do you persist in subjecting yourself to this pain?" Ein asked gently, the question hanging in the air like an unspoken challenge.


    Elizabeth''s frustration ignited. She rose abruptly, facing him with an intensity that caught him off guard. "Though Doctor Mey may not share the same sentiment, she is family to me. I have always cared for her. I shall continue to do so. If she prefers that I adopt a more measured approach, then I shall, but I will never surrender my efforts."


    "Pray tell, why?" Ein pressed, eager to understand her unwavering resolve.


    "Because!" Elizabeth exclaimed, her voice rising with passion as she pointed at him. "When one truly cares for another, one does not abandon them. One remains steadfast, striving to protect and nurture, even if it must be done from a distance. Abandonment is not an option. That is the essence of family, young man."


    Ein felt the weight of her words settle into his chest, a deep admiration blossoming within him. Her fierce determination, coupled with a profound vulnerability, pierced through the chaos of the moment. She radiated beauty in her resolve, the fiery spirit within her shining like a beacon.


    "As you say, Your Majesty," he replied, a smile gracing his lips. He stepped closer, feeling an impulse he could not suppress. He took her hand and pressed a gentle kiss against her skin. Elizabeth froze, her eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected gesture. He noticed the momentary shock in her expression, but she quickly masked it with composure, though a faint blush colored her cheeks.


    The sweetness of the moment made him chuckle softly, breaking the tension. "I shall attend to Doctor Mey on your behalf, Your Highness. I give you my solemn promise." He lifted his hand to his heart, sealing his vow with sincerity, before turning to depart.


    Elizabeth remained rooted to the spot, her heart racing, watching him walk away. The warmth of his kiss lingered on her hand, mingling with the cool air. As Ein disappeared down the road, she whispered incredulously.


    "Young people these days..... Really." She took a long breathe to collect herself and gathered her dress around her and hurried back to the palace. What a weird day this had been.

 CHAPTER 31

    The antiseptic aroma of the ward enveloped Mey again, a suffocating shroud that amplified her anxiety. Sun shone through the windows, she stood beside Arthur''s bed, her heart heavy with dread. He lay there, pallid and frail, still his condition worsening with every passing moment. Nothing she tried seemed to work and she by now had tried everything she could. He was not getting any better. He had not woken up at all that day and it was the worse sign. His nervous deterioration had worsen to the extremes that he didn''t even recognize her a few times before. That had hurt her the most.


    "Doctor? " Ein asked when she hadn''t replied for a while. He positioned himself near her, his brow glistening with sweat. "I am sorry, we have failed again to find a correct solvent to complete the preparation for injection and accurately dilute the fluids. Everyone has really tried their best. They haven''t slept for days. We still need more time unfortunately. Although I think we are closer to the end."


    "End! What''s the point of that end that comes after we have lost arthur" Mey retorted, her voice cutting through the still air like a blade. The words erupted from her, sharp and unfiltered, betraying the anguish she struggled to conceal. "We cannot afford any further delays. He is running out of time! I want to go ahead with the concentrated solution if it doesn''t get done by tomorrow. "


    Ein''s countenance fell as he glanced at Arthur, whose labored breathing echoed in the silence. "Mey, I comprehend your distress, but it might be dangerous¡ª"


    "Then act with haste! What do you expect of me. Just watch him die in front if me without trying anything. You know he will die if.... " Her voice trembled, the fa?ade she maintained fracturing under the weight of her desperation. Ein went quiet and noticing she was just yelling at him unjustly because of her emotions, mey felt embarrassed. She took a step back and turned sharply to get out of there.


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    Mey returned to her rounds with a heavy heart. She recalled that, after a span of four hours, she would need to reassess the patients'' vitals. Moving from bed to bed, she meticulously evaluated each patient''s condition, remaining vigilant for any complications that might arise. Eventually, she arrived at the bedside of a little girl who was sleeping peacefully.


    Mey observed the child closely. The girl who had, just a few days prior, been restless and inconsolable was now enveloped in serene slumber. Her breathing was regular and stable, and her cheeks had regained their rosy hue. Mey felt a flicker of hope and instructed the attending nurse to inform the girl''s anxious parents that their daughter would soon recover and be ready for discharge. How joyful they would be, Mey mused.


    However, as she leaned in, she noticed that one of the little girl''s hair ribbons had come undone. Gently, she reached forward to tie it securely into a charming bow that complemented the child''s bright countenance.


    "Elina, am I correct?" Mey addressed the sleeping girl softly. "You are indeed a fortunate child. The individuals who cherish you have been attentive to your needs, swiftly recognizing your illness and bringing you here in a timely manner. You shall be saved. Yet, there is Arthur..." Mey''s voice faltered.


    "Arthur is the unfortunate one. The individuals who loved him were preoccupied with their own tribulations, failing to notice his plight. And now, he faces the grim prospect of death." The words escaped her lips with a profound weight, choking her with emotion.


    Mey detested this reality. She understood the inevitability of it, yet had refrained from articulating such despair until now. Now that the truth was spoken, the anguish enveloped her. The past several days had unfolded in a relentless blur¡ªfilled with despair, hope, restlessness, continuous prayers, and an endless cycle of distraction.


    She felt utterly exhausted. Before she could succumb to her despair, she steeled herself. Her duties were not yet complete; she could not afford to indulge in the sorrow that threatened to overwhelm her. She had to fulfill her responsibilities