I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

"Well, you become a public figure as it is your responsibility to host parties and maintain peace between the public and the nobles. Robert would become King. Become lord over the military and gain immunity." "Immunity from what?" I asked. He waved his hand, dismissing my question. "Any husband would receive immunity." I narrowed my eyes, moving on to my next statement. One I wasn't sure my father would like. "It's time to tell me about the insurrection." He recoiled. "Do not concern yourself with matters of the past." "Father," I started, maintaining all the poise I'd learned from my etiquette classes. I knew that would please him. "In my new role, I must be prepared to handle all our histo

"You told me people wanted to use you for the things you are capable of doing. Who are these people?" "The former king of Vacresh, some Lords, knights, whoever could get their hands on me." He recounted calmly as he took a sip of his wine. "They knew that I was trying to control myself, but they always tried to provoke me." "Why would they want to get their hands on you when you are a noble?" She asked confused. He should have been very well protected when he was a child. "Or weren't you born a noble?" "I was. But my father was far from a Duke, he was a Baron."

"I thought so. Cassie, you've let that boy fill your head with conspiracy theories. You've become emotional and irrational. You are exactly what I was afraid he would turn you into." "I'm not irrational. I'm finally seeing things clearly." "Then clearly you'll see that you have a choice." Richard leaned forward. "Break your engagement to Dominic and marry Marcus like you were supposed to or lose your position in this company and your inheritance." Cassie stared at her father, this man who'd raised her and shaped her and ultimately saw her as nothing more than a chess piece to be moved around a board. "That's it? Dad?" “Sadly, my mind is made up.”

"What's the point of bringing in Ujala here?" "My maid Uncle was washing clothes. Inadvertently he had put more than four drops of Ujala Neel in the bucket. He was about to put more water in it to dilute the solution but before he could, he received an urgent call. He couldn't notice my Ramlal approaching the bucket and soon enough my white Ramlal turned blue." "Oh, so sad." A painful expression marred her face. "But why did you name him Ramlal instead of something else?" Another fake chronicle was ready in my head.

“I don’t mean to be the fore bearer of bad news but—” In one searing moment, I closed our distance, grabbing his neck, and pushing his back against a pillar, a series of cracks followed. “Speak.” My voice had dropped to a dangerous tune, my eyes widened, overshadowed by days of dread and overwhelming rage. His grin still remained intact, “Jasper finally got his greatest wish, he has been crowned the new king of Warwick. And,” He grinned wider, seeing the sunken look on my face. My grip on his neck tightened, “The beloved princess of Warwick—sorry, queen of Warwick who completed the succession ceremony has suddenly taken a leave,” He searched my eyes, waiting before he dropped the most horrif

°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° PREVIOUSLY I surrendered, I have to tell him. "What " "The imperial doctor (royal physician) diagnosed you of being poisoned by a very rare poison called the hundred blood suckers, the name is quite weird but it suit it best. It sucks all your energy from your body till you are rendered useless and since there is no antidote for the poison, it end up killing you, but..."

"Just for once, make yourself appear like this when it's only the two of us," Damon said tightly gripping her hand that was soft enough to let him caress his face "If I knew better, you already thought I'm a noble. Let me make it clear to you again, El. I'm a commoner. If you want I could introduce you to my family later on," Iris suggested the idea for him to stop confusing her as a noble. Even if she's the only one misunderstanding the situation. He didn’t even said anything about her being a noble but she’s assuming. She’s assuming because that was what Mary had thought of her before

They still have to make their rounds of the palace. "When did I become as good as you, sir?" The squad leader looked at me enviously, then put on his helmet, picked up a sabre, and headed out the door. Do I have an admirer? I was in a daze. I had always hated the fact that I was a bastard. It made me look bad in front of my brothers. Even the woman I loved left me... ... but now he says he envies me. A young nobleman, a married son, said he envied me. I've really moved on! I am no longer the child who suffered eye-rolling and bullying!

"Your Highness, I don't know if I should ask this, but… Don't you want to know about His Majesty's current condition?" I didn't answer, thoughts snarling. Lucian. Love twisted with cruelty, protection laced with chains. What illness could he have? I thought, bitter as bile. He had a heart disease caused by my presence. If I die, his heart disease will naturally be cured. Dr. Monk pressed on, soft. "His Majesty has regained his mobility and can get out of bed and walk." I arched a brow. "Did he say anything to you?"

"How is it? very weak?" The old grandmother tightened her grip as if afraid of saying the wrong thing. “You could say his condition is fragile, Prince. But not too worrisome.” "Okay, thank you," said Illarion, who sat back next to Amanda after the old healer woman left them. "Should I let you go? You've gone too far in wallowing in my selfishness," Illarion said quietly. The following days got better. Many of the patients had recovered, the plague was over quickly, and Illarion raised one of Duke Gramer's former bodyguards, who was also one of the many respected villagers, a commoner with no nobility.