Sibyl’s POVThe rain and the sadness left me speechless, and my pale lips quivered."Doyle..." I looked at Manolo and cried even harder."Don't be afraid, where is he? You take me to his room." Manolo's voice is soft and powerful.I stood shivering, pointing in the direction of Doyle's house, and then I ran ahead, regardless of the mud and water on my dress.Manolo followed me closely and grabbed my arm just as I was about to fall."Doyle..." when I got to Doyle's room, I smelled something musty. His servants stood at the door, their faces sad and their heads bowed.I pushed the servants aside and went to Doyle's bed.Doyle's cheeks were red with fever. He closed his eyes, furrowed his brow, and uttered a low voice of pain."Open the south window. He needs some fresh air," Manolo told his servant. He went to bed, touched Doyle's forehead, frowned, and said, “He's had a fever for at least two days.”“Doyle... Doyle...” I called his name softly, but he couldn't open his eyes. His body t
Sibyl’s POVWe looked at each other for a few seconds and Nuri continued to patiently clean my body.But I know the atmosphere between us has changed.I regret saying that because it sounds like a complaint, even a request.Nuri's family died because of the royal family, and it is not for me to complain in front of him about the life of a crown prince.What happened today has nothing to do with Nuri. It was my father and servants who mistreated Doyle, not Nuri.I bit my lip and stopped talking.His large hands touched my body, and I could feel the calluses on his hands from his sword.“Is that why you went to the palace today?” His voice was calm, and I could not tell his mood."Yes," I replied."Your brother -- how is he?"Is he concerned about Doyle?"He was sick, but the servants kept him in his room. The doctors refused to treat him. When I saw him, he was convulsing in pain," my tears fell on Nuri's hands.Nuri saw my tears and frowned. "How is he now?"I took a deep breath to ca
Chapter 35Nuri’s POVEvery time I come to the palace, everyone is agitated.I stood in the hospital of the palace, slowly turning over the medical books in my hands.The house was very quiet, only birds and insects could be heard.The doctors were kneeling on the floor. Cold sweat was dripping from their foreheads and some of the cowards were already shivering a little.Nothing scares people more than inscrutable silence.I put down the book in my hand and asked casually, “I heard someone was sick yesterday?”The doctors looked at each other, not knowing who I was talking about.An old doctor cleared his throat and replied carefully, “We received several calls yesterday. Most of the doctors were on duty at His Majesty's Palace. The queen called other doctors because of a headache...”The Queen?I sneer. The queen is always “sick” at the right time.“Weren't there any doctors here yesterday?” I asked.The doctor paused and replied, “There was a doctor here yesterday for an emergency.”
Nuri’s POVWe spent a day at the horse farm. When dusk came, I took Sibyl and Doyle back to the palace.I was going to take them back to my castle, but seeing Doyle sleeping on Sibyl's lap in my carriage, I decided to send him back to the palace first.If I brought the Crown Prince into my home, the king and his ministers would think I wanted to kill him or use him to threaten the royal family. This action will cause a lot of unexpected trouble. Sibyl and Doyle are very happy today and I don't want any surprises to spoil their good mood.Sibyl looks down gently at Doyle, stroking his hair like a loving mother.“Thank you. I can feel that Doyle is very happy today. He hasn't smiled so happily in a long time.” Sibyl looks at me with grateful eyes.There is a sense of satisfaction in my heart. I have had many successes and honors on the battlefield, and many people have bowed and praised me, but the admiration and gratitude from Sibyl and her brother made me feel different.Maybe because
Azariah’s POV“Oh, Dear Azariah, there you are.”As soon as I entered the hall, I heard Diana's bloody melodramatic voice.I took a deep breath and suppressed my anger. I can't be angry, or she will win.“Congratulations, Diana.” I glanced at her and kept my pride.Diana is my cousin, a year younger than me. When she was five, her father won an official position with the Windsor name, and they moved to the capital. Although our family names are all Windsor, they are declining offshoots, and my family is the only respected Windsor family.Diana's father knew exactly where he stood. Over the years, he has been very respectful of us, showing a face willing to serve us, which pleased my father. That's why their family got tickets to the aristocracy. But Diana, a girl from the country, had always had a high opinion of herself and had been comparing herself to me secretly since she was a child.When I was 8 years old, I learned to arrange flowers. She learned to arrange flowers too, and del
Azariah’s POVWhen the door of the teahouse closed, I was so angry that I picked up the teapot on the table and threw it on the floor.“Hell, she's only been Mrs. Hernandez for 10 days, and she's already trying to bully me.”“Don't be angry, Your Excellency. I hear she is not doing well in the Hernandez family. Her husband is still looking for a mistress after marriage, and she has to serve her mother-in-law at home every day. She lives like a high-class maid.”This sentence makes me feel much better. Unequal marriages always come with a price.“When I marry Nuri, I will make her kneel before me.”“You have always been superior to her.”I feel like I have a headache from anger. I sat on the chair and took a deep breath to adjust my mood.I touched my hair. It was a little messy.“You go and get the gold comb and towel. I want to comb my hair.”“Yes.” My maid left the room, leaving only a few at the door to keep me safe.I sighed as the room became quiet.If it had not been for the ill
Sibyl’s POVIn autumn, when chrysanthemums are at their best, the palace celebrates its most important event of the year -- the Queen's birthday.Since this woman became the queen, she even changed the floor tiles of her palace into gold bricks to show her dignity. She enjoys it when others kneel before her and bow down to her, because it is a feeling of holding power and practicing it. She must feel the dignity of being a queen every day, or she will become irritable.The birthday party every fall is her favorite activity. All the ministers and nobles came to the palace to celebrate her birthday. Everyone offered treasures from all over the continent, spoke the words of blessing, and showed loyalty and fear for the Crown.Previously, Doyle and I were not allowed to attend her birthday party. We had to stay in our house, listening to songs and laughter coming from the garden in the distance. But we never regret it, because being ignored by the queen means safety.But now that I'm Mrs.
Sibyl’s POV“Oh, I want to thank Manolo. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have found the unicorn.”“You!” Manolo scowled at the Queen.I've never seen Manolo so angry.The guests murmured, not knowing who Manolo was.The Queen tapped her glass with a silver spoon. “My dear guests, let me explain. He is Manolo, the only mermaid on the continent.”“Mermaids are not extinct.” Everyone is talking about it.“Quiet!” Continued the queen, “Manolo used to live in the palace library. I feel sorry for the mermaid, so I always treat him well. He is a kind man who has always served our royal family. Last week, Prince Doyle fell ill and nearly died, and he used his blood to revive him. I thank him on behalf of the royal family.”Although the Queen said the words of thanks, we all heard her sarcasm.He's getting back at Manolo for saving my brother.“Manolo has a unicorn. I didn't know that before. Oh, my dear Manolo, are you trying to surprise me?”Manolo gritted his teeth and looked at the queen,