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Two days have elapsed, yet Arthur isn't showing any sign of recovery. His breathing was stable and that was the scariest thing to Freya. The physician isn't back yet, and there's no other physician she knows around—not when Luna and the councils had ordered that she wouldn't leave the palace for any reason.

She was in fear, not because of the wrath of the councils, but the fact that she wouldn't want him to die just like that.

Leaning on the wall of his room and looking at his face, she could barely smile. Tears gathered in her eyes multiple times, but she held them up.

“This isn't the time to cry, I just need you to get up from there. Once I get the royal file, then you can go to hell.” she thought and scratched her head. Turning to her left, she saw Elora glaring at her. Was she supposed to be mad at her or feel sympathy for Alphas' condition? “Looks like she planned it and I ruined it. But why? Didn't she promise to terminate her plans?” Freya gasped and looked away.

Trying to conc