He began tossing and turning on the bed as a frown formed between his brows, disturbing the peaceful and innocent expression that he had on his face before.

“Prince Leonard…” I called his name softly.

He didn’t respond to me, and his eyes remained closed. However, his peaceful sleep was already disturbed, and he seemed extremely uncomfortable. I reached out my hand towards his face before placing it against his forehead. At the touch of his heated skin, I pulled my hand back immediately. His skin was hot and burning with fever.

Why didn’t I realize this before? How long had he been running a fever like this?

Now isn’t...