All Chapters of Surviving the World to Escape Him: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JULIAN With each step I took, my body screamed in pain and complained of exhaustion. My wound had long opened but I had hidden it from Mark. I wasn’t about to waste time seeing a doctor while I didn’t know what state my wife was in. Eating, it was only for survival on the way and mostly because Mark used many creative ways to threaten me into eating and drinking.Then getting here, seeing that damned woman. Getting my hands on her and actually having something tangible to hold and vent my anger out on was the most exhilarating feeling I had felt in years. She dared touch my wife, she was asking for death. “Your Majesty, please, save me. The Regent is going to kill me!” she screamed as I dragged her along.All I could think about was how my wife was doing the whole way there. She suddenly grabbed my legs and held on tight. I stopped moving and looked down at her. Her eyes were red from crying. Snot and a little droop on her lips. She looked nothing like the untouchable noble consort.

JULIAN Hours had passed and still no movement from my wife. She didn’t even feel like a living person anymore. Her hands had been cold since I took her out from those ruins. I tried a hand warmer, I tried covering them and tucking them into the blanket to get them warm, but it didn’t work. instead, her whole body grew cold. Frightened, I sent Rose to go call the imperial physician. While she was away, I felt her breathing, a finger on her nose, an ear on her chest listening to her heart beating. Watching her chest rising and falling. All indicated she was alive, but her temperature was becoming more and more like that of a dead person. That scared me to death. The imperial physician came and checked on her than shook his head and said. “Your Highness, everything indicates that she is alive and should be waking up any moment.” He took a step back from the bed, from me. putting distance from it a

KING I called in the servants and asked them to take Mark to his room. Watch him and report to me should something happen. I didn’t want to be there when he died. The boy had already been through so much. If I died before him, I didn’t want him seeing that as well. I had given many orders that may have implicated innocent people. I didn’t know if my repentance over the years trying to make things right had done anything to change my fate, but I wasn’t about to let my son watch me die. I had ordered the death of my third son. But he deserved it, he was not the simpleton people thought he was. That boy was ruthless. He targeted girls from the orphanages and tortured them to vent his frustration. My son got injured on a horse when he was fifteen, the doctor told us that he would never be able to father children or perform manly duties. As he grew, he tried to find a cure in secret. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him what was wrong with him. He went from that to that sadistic behaviou

JULIANLeaving father and Mark, I went straight to the now burnt Flower Palace. When I got there, my blood boiled. Servants gathered there with the seer in front. I had asked Tom to take her back to my manor, our home. He didn’t, instead, she was being looked at like some creature. “Tom, since when do you ignore my orders?” my hands rested on my side but balled into fists.Tom rushed to my side and bowed. “Your Highness, I tried to get to her, but I couldn’t.” I frowned. He couldn’t, I chuckled. “What was stopping you? I gave you a direct order, and you disobeyed it. Tell me, what punishment do you deserve for that?” Tom lowered his head. “Your Highness, no one can get close to Her Highness, it’s like there is an invisible barrier blocking her and it burns,”That was when I noticed the burns on his hands and forearms. My frown deepened. “Why didn’t you see a doctor if you are hurt?” Now he was making me look like an inconsiderate person. He got burnt and didn’t see a doctor. “Your Hig

MARK I looked at the crowd again. There were too many of them. for the first time, I understood why father had been afraid to come out here. there were people standing as far as I could see. Men, women, children, nobles, servants, farmers, merchants. Some had travelled for hours, others for days, all because they wanted one thing. Answers. They wanted to know why their families were dying. they wanted to know if they were safe and most importantly, they wanted to know whether they were going to die next. I swallowed hard. For once, I had nothing sarcastic to say. I too wanted to know if I was truly safe or if me being spared was only temporary. For the first time I understood the gravity of my precious choices and actions.The situation was forcing me to face reality, not the reality royals think, but truth reality of things. That whether you are a noble, royal of commoner, your action will have consequences sooner or later. That nothing under the great sky is fully hidden and no d