You woke up exhausted and drenched in sweat, feeling as if your body was on fire. The room was unbearably hot and the air was thick with the stench of sweat and illness.

Despite the imperial lineage that ran through your veins, you were a bastard. It was no surprise that you received no aid during this time.

However, as your vision began to clear, you saw your gaurd, Lucien. The stoic man whom you assumed was ashamed of being your knight, was now kneeling by your bedside, tending to you.