《MAYA, my love》 CHAPTER 1 The tune was unmistakably sorrowful, a melody that he had not forgotten. It must have been her. Driven by urgency, he raced toward the source of the music, desperate to verify with his own eyes that she was still alive. The closer he got, the more the desperation intensified. The melody even though familiar, now seemed even more agonizing then before. 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. All the negative thoughts started rushing in his head. 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. For one moment he even considered turning around and running away but he stopped himself. As he entered the giant hall, 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 from the distance, so he moved closer. As he drew nearer, he saw her expression¡ªthe same look of pain and resentment. Yet, something had changed. Just like the change in her playing her expressions had changed too from what he had remembered. The defiant resistance so familiar of her character was absent. Time might have changed her too. He stood there, frozen, as though she weren''t real. She on the other hand was completely unaware of his presence, her eyes were 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. She had been feeling more hopeless then usual today. Finally irritated and angered with all failed efforts of recovery, she stopped and flung the bow across the room with full force. It soared past him like a gush of wind and hit the ground with a loud echoing thud, but he remained motionless. It was only then that she had opened her eyes to look in his direction and noticed him. She was started at first, as she saw an unknown man standing there in the chapel at this late hour. But before she could think of a safety measure or a response she noticed his brown hair fluttering in the dim light. 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.¡± Love this novel? Read it on Royal Road to ensure the author gets credit. He did not respond immediately. ¡°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. He had lost so much as well. Every time someone smiled at him or expressed happiness, a part of him wanted to swing at them with full force, and how irritating it was to force a smile back to them. But he knew those were just invalid emotions need not be expressed. ¡°I feared you had died as well,¡± he said after a while, 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. She did not know what to say to his remark but as she busy thinking of a response, without a second''s hesitation he had extended his arms and pulled her into an embrace. She gasped at the sudden movement and tried to pull away as a reflex but soon realized that he was weeping, burying his head on her shoulder. She hesitated. She decided to let him hug her a while longer, recognizing his pride and allowed him this moment of weakness. ¡°I¡¯m relieved you¡¯re alive,¡± he murmured, as he gripped her closer. These were simple words, but ones she had never heard before. Did someone truly wish for her survival? Although she knew she was more emotional then usual today but still, it was a revelation that these words meant more to her than she had 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 desperately. There was a depth of emotion in his voice she had not anticipated. She had never considered him to be an expressive man, but she was mistaken. Both of them were weary, vulnerable, and tearful. A tangled mess. 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 wast feilds of capabilities achieved by hardwork 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. The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. 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 intellegence. 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, for God¡¯s sake!" 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 aimlessly. "Come now. Why this formality? You were cradled in my arms as an infant. Why this distant demeanor? Do not tell me you have forgotten me entirely," she said, stepping back. "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. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. "21, indeed? As they say, I am veritably growing old," she remarked. "Perhaps," he replied, walking ahead and leading her towards the door. "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? When?" "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. 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, rushing towards the exit, leaving her behind. "Just like his father, stubborn and impatient. He will be a handful as well," 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 in his tracks 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 royal physician. 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 moving around with urgency. 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 quickly¡ªsome attending to other beds, others procuring additional medical supplies. The girl began administering chest compressions to a patient lying motionless on the bed. Too much was occurring at once and it was difficult to keep up. The gravity of the situation was palpable and 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 physician?" the old man inquired, gesturing toward the glass doors. John followed his gaze to the girl still at the center of the tumult. If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation. "Her? She is Mey?" "Indeed, Sire. Shall I bring her to you?" "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, let¡¯s remain here. You worry for me but don¡¯t care for your own health? 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 which had changed considerably in seconds. 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 now. 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 invaluable work. I shall return in the evening when she is en route to the king¡¯s appointment," John said decisively. "Come, 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. Why is that even a question? 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. "Oh pardon me. Have I expressed too much to be appropriate for our first meeting?" John said sheepishly recognizing he had said out loud what had been on his mind for a while. Now he might have said too much to a stranger. "Certainly not, sire. I have witnessed times preceding your¡¯s, even the time 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 occurrence. 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 quietly, 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." This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. "Thank you, Arthur. 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?" "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 wards, 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. Suddenly the old man sprung around and asked abruptly, "What is the current state of the late king, may I ask if you don¡¯t mind? I heard a few rumors floating about that he was struck by the disease as well and that is why Miss Mey is attending to him more vigorously then usual. Is it true though." "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 muscular 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. I¡¯ll 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. You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. He was moving at quick pace. Upon reaching the main palace, John inquired of the attendant regarding the daily examination. ¡°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 up towards the sky. 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 go back. 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 dilemma when he observed her descending the stairs, carrying a substantial stack of documents and walking towards the hospital. She was completely unaware of him and seemed to be in a hurry. He observed her as she walked away. She did not seem to be injured. 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 Gareth Markham 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. Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. ¡°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. 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 offense. While we are striving to avoid such a scenario, if conflict becomes unavoidable, Ceracuse will stand firm. But we can''t initiate dispute 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. The garden itself was lush and vibrant, with well-mowed grass and neatly trimmed hedges. 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 as her gaze fell on him. The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. ¡°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. The love and tenderness from Sophia eased his usual stern disposition. ¡°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. ¡°Yes, 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 taught her how to land a good punch. She was practicing swordplay just the other day because she wants to be like her father,¡± Sophia said with a blend of exasperation and affection. ¡°That is quite adorable,¡± Jerald remarked. ¡°No, it¡¯s becoming a problem. 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 injured someone else?¡± Sophia¡¯s gaze was serious and worried. Recognizing her concern, Jerald¡¯s expression softened, and he took her hand in his. ¡°Do not worry, my dear. I¡¯ll 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. ¡°I am simply overjoyed to be home. Don¡¯t worry I¡¯ll talk to her.,¡± he replied, leaning in for another kiss. The presence of a loving home and a cherished spouse was, indeed, a profound blessing. In this moment he was truly happy. CHAPTER 9 It was another day of enduring the extended ritual tea parties hosted by his aunt. John who was adjusting to his new surroundings, at present 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.¡± Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°It is hibiscus tea.¡± ¡°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. They know that I¡¯m new at all this and they are trying to subtly hint at my inexperience. Just one mistake is what they want to be able hold over my head, to make it easy to control my decisions in the future. 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? I must perform efficiently as I will not allow myself be pushed into a corner easily.¡± 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, Miss 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. ¡°So you are the physician. 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. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. ¡°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!¡± 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 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. Manufactured chemical drugs as 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 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. After his words I need no body 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. 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, which has also resolved with the restoration of normal breathing. 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 issues¡ªcyanosis, coughing up blood¡ªconditions that are indeed grave. It is important that you should have informed us of this earlier.¡± ¡°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.¡± This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. ¡°Mey,¡± 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?¡± Elizabeth¡¯s tone was harsh. She articulated precisely what john had been contemplating, though her stern tone and was a bit of a suprise. 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 ¡­,¡± the woman began to explain but was immediately interrupted. ¡°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 forthwith. 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,. Is that clear?¡± ¡°I understand. 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. ¡°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. 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 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 felt unusually adept at hiding her intentions it seemed. It made her suspicious. CHAPTER 12 She had barely managed to maintain her composure. Sitting at the table with them felt suffocating, a constant strain on her endurance. Usually, she skillfully avoided such encounters, but now her duty demanded otherwise. The meetings were always 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 detach herself? I find myself increasingly weary and frustrated with her constant persistence.¡± 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 to seek some solace in her surroundings. The cold winds had intensified, heralding the approach of winter. The season, though bringing a potential threat of worsening of the epidemic, also brought a serene beauty with it. The wind rustled through the trees, and the chill felt like it was biting onto her skin. It provided a chance to dissociate from her troubles and escape reality. She desperately wanted to disappear. This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there. Lost in her thoughts she turned to look at the palace. Although suffocating, it still looked beautiful from a far. Its distant buildings, bathed in yellow and golden light, stood out against the darkening evening sky. This contrast of the vibrant lights against the deepening dusk felt like a scene out of a painting. She surrendered to this view, feeling a sense of comfort. She wondered if God had chosen to play with colors today. ¡°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 couldn¡¯t. Her inclination to evade reality had to be set aside. ¡°Get out of your head and face life. 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," Mey 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. "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 the Prince 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 came by many a times to see me but couldn¡¯t. 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 dearly." Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "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. 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 again. The more she was treated with care, the more guilt she felt. "I need to get the medicine," she said, standing quickly. "Child, again I say this as I know you are not heeding my advice. Do not overburden yourself." "What have I done? I haven¡¯t done nearly enough for Your Majesty. Also, everyone around is dying helplessly. How could you not tell me to try even harder?" "I understand. That is why I am allowing your team to work around the clock on lab materials. However, your well-being is my first concern. 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 for you child. Do what you must, but remember that you do not need to exhaust yourself to be considered valuable." "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.