M-my lady.. you heard Eugene's weak voice whispering again in a feverish delirium I... I swear... I-I can... work...

He was lying on a sofa in one of the rooms of the castle, covered with a blanket. The face was pale, the cheeks glowed with feverish redness. His body was trembling, and his hands were desperately clutching at the blanket.

Eugene was overtired again, and this time the consequences were more serious. No one from the royal family was worried about his condition; they had other servants. and there was money. If something happens, they will simply buy a new butler. But you couldn’t leave him, princess, who literally grew up with him.