I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

Steady, Saskia. I can't let him doubt that I'm fine. I need to turn this conversation away from this issue. "I am cured, lord. You were the one who made sure of my health. I've been well ever since." I sound so stupid. What is it, the Middle Ages? I couldn't be more repulsed.

As I sat in my office, surrounded by various medicines and equipment, I began to experiment with different combinations of drugs, hoping to find something that would work. Just as I was deeply engrossed in my work, one of my workers walked in and bowed his head. "Good afternoon, Milady," he said, his voice respectful. I looked up, slightly annoyed at the interruption, and asked him what was wrong. He informed me that the Grand Prince was here, and I felt a sudden jolt of surprise.

“After I opened the castle, the nobles began to return. Some having heard rumours of what had befallen. “Some sought to use the situation for their own gain. One man in particular, Lord Montgomery, was the first to return. He told the rest of the nobles that it was I who had slaughtered all the castle, and that it was the battle that had seen to the rise in deaths in the village. It didn’t take much for the nobles to believe him. Afterall, who had the balls to accuse their own king of being certifiably insane? He knew that if he was the one to tell Alexander what had happened, then he would also rise in the ranks, and his story ensured that.

Irene did not respond politely: "Are you talking to yourself? The king even wanted to listen to him rather than make his own decisions. This makes a lot of people feel really uncomfortable, Duke." Marcus shook his head in disinterest. "What I achieved and persuaded the king was not words, but actions. Those who rely solely on themselves have little blood relation and have complete control over the merits of others. Are they worthy?" “How could you say -” ‘knock knock knock!” At that moment, there was a loud knock on the door outside. "Come in." The young man who had led Irene in before announced: "My lord, the soldiers had a bit of a hard time getting the man into the cage. They want your he

I'm hungry and I have no other choice but to eat it. "If that's what you think, drink those medicines. No one would like to buy a sick noble lady." He commanded. I did what he said, he looks surprised that I obeyed him. Well, this is the start. I can swallow my pride if it means surviving this tide. "Let's make a deal captain," I said after I finished eating the food. He looked interested. "Speak." "You are right, I am a noble lady, and I not like others, your words not mine."

' ' And here's your ice green tea, milady. ' Ice green tea??? It was always milk before bed, so, why would my lady be drinking this at this time???? Unless... ' ' Uh-ha, you got that right Mich. Another late night. ' ' NOOOOOOOO MY LADY!!!!! YOU CAN'T!! I don't want to live that day again!! Don't my lady remembered when my lady fell sick due to overwork and had to remain in bed for a week because before that you were having a slight fever and your body was injured. And then, all your work were handled by young masters and those who were suppose to help my lady met their consequences and maids, butlers, as well as servants were given harsher trainings. '

Swear on my life. Swear on our ancestors. Swear on the soul of our people. That I would run. That I would survive. That I would restore our kingdom. So I ran. I escaped as the sky burned. And now, I was here. A fallen dragon. A disgraced heir. The last of my kind. With a disease still festering in my body. Unlike my people, I had been able to suppress the virus. But only because I was a pureblood. The last true Solarian royal.

I stammered. “I was noblesse ancienne; the eldest son of a great French nobleman, Francois Blaise,” he said proudly. “Did you fight for the king?” I asked nervously. “I did many things for the king,” he said softly as he moved closer and placed my hand over his heart. “It is an honor to serve. In fact, I would consider it an honor if you allowed me to stay and pleasure you, my queen,” he whispered so close to my ear that the reverberation of his words tickled.

I was the lady who chose to stay silent and lived a life without getting involved into any tensions. "Rumors that the nobles failed to pass their request about abolishing your crown. That's why the Sylvestrian people are creating a ruckus outside the Imperial Palace to surrender the imperial seal," Declan said. I hummed and put the teacup on the table. "I guess they aren't good enough," I mumbled. A servant suddenly arrived while holding a tray of glass of water and a medicine. "Greetings, your highness. This medicine was sent from the physician as your daily dose for your recovery," she said and bowed.

"It may not looked like it, but I saw you at the coronation." His response surprised me, and my eyes widened in disbelief. However, just by looking at him, I could tell he wasn't a nobleman. "You're not a nobleman, are you? Truly, who are you?" With a smug expression on his face, he remained silent until the water behind him vanished. He moved a step closer to me, but I quickly built an ice between us to prevent him from crossing the line. (I didn't create any useful potions. Recently, I've been far too careless. And it was because of this mindset that I suffered in my previous life.)