I Became A Sick Nobleman Novels & Stories

best way to mud my father's name. I couldn't be a disappointment to my parents. I just couldn't. "Pardon my manners, Princess Haera. Welcome to the midst of the wisest and thank you for joining us despite the rumor we heard." Jared spoke. "A rumor? If you are referring to the state of my health, then I must clarify that it isn't just a rumor. I'm indeed sick." I corrected Jared because I knew they were trying to play on my intelligence by beating around the bush. They were the wisest but I wasn't the most stupid person alive. Jared didn't act like he was surprised I came out clean. "I assumed it was a rumor because you didn't care to inform the pack or the council about it and I must say, y

While Nikos had been out riding, thinking his family was the pinnacle of nobility, his father had been signing away his life to the highest bidder just to keep the lights on in a palace they didn't even own anymore. The realization hit him like a physical blow to the stomach. The image of his 'perfect' family, the one he was willing to kill for, shattered into a million jagged pieces. The grief he’d been carrying turned into something else—a hollow, sickening void. He had been a pawn in a game he didn't even know he was playing.

"And my dear, theatrical niece? How did she greet the continental stage?" "Exactly as you predicted, my Lord," Marcus replied, a cruel, sycophantic smirk bleeding into his tone. "She arrived in a massive display of defiance. She completely ignored the Vanguard Alpha’s escort and publicly reclaimed her identity as the Blood Moon Heir before the High Assembly. The entire press corps and the nobility are completely distracted by her arrogance." My smile broadened, a dark, vibrating chuckle bubbling up from the bottom of my chest. "Perfect. Arrogance is such a beautiful, heavy shroud for a dying woman," I murmured, swirling the dark red liquid in my glass.

I said and went to sit next to Nicholas I secretly glanced at Maxwell not knowing what to do, then he signaled for me to feel his pulse. I held his hands and closed my eyes like I could understand something, "Hmmmmm, I see". I said. I glanced at Maxwell again to see how hard he was holding his laughter. "You see what? Quickly... Quickly tell her Highness what's wrong with His Majesty". Maxwell said. I stood seriously and turned to them, "Your Highness, His Majesty.... ". "What is it?!". Zeke yelled impatiently, I inwardly rolled my eyes before continuing, "His Majesty is suffering from a very simple poison, it's called...". I paused for a while and looked around for a suitable name.

And in this pivotal moment, I knew that I could not afford to falter. "Your Majesty, we are deeply sorry, but we simply cannot comply," one of the nobles declared, their words slicing through the charged air. Before I could fully grasp the gravity of the situation, a searing jolt of pain shot through my side. Instinctively, I glanced down, only to find another noble, sword unsheathed, poised to strike.

"Do not scare me like that, again! Where is the envelope?" Asty took Mrs. Pickinns and Noelle's wrists and drove them into a corner where they could speak. "I met a Noble in the Garden when I was lost. He told me that the Duke of Illum could not hear or see." Mrs. Pickinns furious look turned into a disoriented one. Her weak heart trembled as she realizes that her intuition was right. "Where is the envelope now?" "The Noble took it with him and offered to give it to the King."

"As I was saying... after I introduced my sister to the noble, there was a session for the acquisition of new servants in the castle and my sister managed to get in... Since the day she entered, her only mission was to poison His Imperial majesty until his deathbed. And the noble lord wanted to know everything... about how His Imperial Majesty was doing and whether the poison was having any effect. In exchange the nobleman provided us with 200 gold coins per month." Archie and Ian stared at each other, confirming to each of them that indeed they were talking about a noble. Ulrich bowed a little. "That's the whole story Your Imperial Highness... I humbly hope you spare me... All I did was loo

We're not related King: explain more Nobleman : Jace is your son. He's a prince Everybody : what! Nobleman : I stole him from you cause you already have one son, and I had none. So when I heard my wife gave birth already, I was the first to see the baby and it was a daughter. I took her and placed her in your son's position. Unfortunately she died and you thought you lost a daughter Queen : what? How dare you? How dare you do something so evil? You deserve to die

The marquis narrowed his eyes at the royal couple. "It has been going well. I even got an invitation to a ball,'' he stated as the young queen was nodding at him. "And will you be attending the ball, Ian?" Arabella asked before she was sipping on her wine. It was blood-laced because of the Porphyria that they had when they were younger. Now, they were changed people; Ian, Arabella, and Aiden. Except Aiden has a different story about his change. Arabella and Ian were both infected by birth but Aiden was infected when he married the young queen. Now, the royal couple both relied on each other to keep them sane.

With that, His Majesty turned to leave, and the assembled nobles quickly followed his lead, filing out of the chamber in succession. The royal physician soon excused himself under the pretense of preparing the medicine, leaving only Lord Croyso and his daughters behind. Observing Selena’s conflicted expression and Miranda’s lingering worry, the Earl felt a warm mix of affection and sympathy. Satisfied that no one else was near, he slowly sat upright and whispered, “There’s no need for concern. I’m not ill at all. What you just saw...”—he lowered his voice further—“was all an act.” Miranda stared at him, stunned by how suddenly alert and energetic he looked. Selena’s face darkened the moment