Kyle tried to open his eyes but was obstructed by something heavy and cold.
His body felt heavy and feverish. He reached his hands up and pulled down the thing that was folded on his eyes. He sat up slowly trying to stabilize his spinning head. He didn't remember lying down. He looked around to notice the study was empty.
The crown prince was gone.
Kyle noticed the bowl on the table and the book he was supposed to be reading on the floor and a blanket around his waist. What was the bowl and blanket about? Did he fell asleep then have a fever? The prince probably got angry and left. Kyle covered his face with his hands, this so embarrassing.
But Kyle felt like he was forgetting something. It was like he had a dream and saw something. Something important but he couldn't remember what it was even after try for long.
Before he could ponder on it longer, the door to the study opened to reveal a man with short black hair. The man was dressed in a coat and he looked very proper and prim.
"The crown prince has said you should return to your room and rest for the remaining of the day as it seems like he didn't give you enough time to recover."
Kyle knew he was fine before he left his room but right now his head felt heavy and body felt hot. He tried to stand but couldn't.
He looked helplessly at the man.
Lucas looked at the boy sitting on the couch. His face was pale like he was about to cry. That scared him a little. An attack-he could handle, a dead body-he could also handle but a crying boy? He wasn't sure.
"If you are finding it difficult you can stay here till you can move. I'll send you a maid."
Kyle nodded weakly and muttered a thank you. He hated how weak this body was. He clenched his fist and lay back down slowly. He put an arm around eyes an drew the blanket around his waist up wards.
Lucas watched the boy for a minute more then left. He walked down towards the guest wing looking for the particular maid that had been hanging around the boy for the past week. He saw another maid turning the corner of a corridor. He stopped the maid
"Do you know where the maid with purple eyes is?"
The maid bowed and answered
"She's with the head maid in the guard's area."
The maid wondered why the crown prince's right hand would be looking for Lyla too. Hanging around the phsyco orphan is putting her in too much trouble. She doesn't even know why Lyla bothers.
Lucas walked away wondering why the head maid would be in the guard area and why the head maid would call he there. When he got there he knew why.
Lucas heard their voices before he saw them. The guards area was located outside the building, an open field where they could train and hang around before they changed shifts.
A small crowd of both maids and guards had gathered somewhere on the field and something told him the head maid was the center of attention there.
He got to where the crowd was and stopped at the back to listen. Lucy's voice came
"You little thief!" Slap
"You think you can steal from me?!"
Lucas stretched-he wasn't so tall-and he saw the purple haired maid kneeling on the floor. She was calm despite all that was happening.
"I didn't steal from you head maid."
Slap
"Shut up! Then what were you doing around my room? I'm not surprised though. Birds of same feather flock together."
"Someone told me you sent for me so I came to your room to see you." The purple haired girl answered.
"Still lying I see. By the time the guards here are done with you, I'll see if you can still move at all." She then turned to the guard that had been standing there with a whip.
"Twenty strokes."
The purple haired girl was still calm. Lucas had to hand it her that she was composed. But he couldn't stand still and watch any longer. He couldn't let the girl be flogged for something she didn't do.
"Lady Lucy."