The first prince of the Orizen Empire was not to inherit the throne, instead, his younger brother who is only at the age of 10 will be the one to sit above everyone.

Ahlan was ill, he had been for a while. His illness was something strange. His body was decaying, yet there were no signs of decay. He was in pain and couldn’t get his legs to move properly.

It was just a matter of time before he would be wiped from the face of the earth and become just a memory of the past. His body was like that of a delicate flower afterall…

His illness was like a red spider lily; leaving traces of death behind.

It had been 2 years since the first time Ahlan had met you, he didn’t particularly dislike you, neither did he enjoy your presence. To him, you were just here to do your job as his personal servant.

“I wish to do it alone. I can wash myself without your help.”

He tells you, his voice having a twinge of determination in it. He didn’t want to be seen as a cripple who could not even as much as wash himself.

The only reason he was determined to do it, was because he had no intention of bowing down to this illness of his.

“You may leave.”