14. Alastair

Alastair

"Your Highness, shall I bring you the medicines?" For three long hours, Ryle had been trailing behind me, posing the same inquiry every sixty minutes without fail.

My daily routine included checking on my health. Today, the temperature of my body is abnormally elevated. I have a fever. I blamed the rain for that, but it wasn't the rain. My immunity was powerful enough to fight colds.

“No. I'm fine.” I adamantly declined to ingest any medication. The noxious chemicals quell my exuberance. They instill a heightened sense of vulnerability within my being and gently lull me into a tranquil slumber, closing my eyes in blissful repose.

Ryle understood. Nevertheless, he planned to ask all over again in the next hour. We were in my study. He had brought the important letters for me. The majority of the letters consisted of invitations from abroad. Weddings, birthday parties, funerals and charities I despised.

Every day, I am inundated with thousands of letters. Among them, the du