Rold

The day had been quite unusual; even the morning assembly was canceled because Prince Harold was feeling unwell. Those who hadn't heard what had happened this morning began to spread rumours that he had probably been in a battle with a fierce beast the previous night and had been injured. Some didn't believe that. Instead, they felt he had killed the beast but needed to rest. 

Meanwhile, the said person was deep asleep with his head on Alicia's lap in her chamber. 

He was exhausted, and his body ached all over. 

Alicia looked down at his sleeping face, smiling warmly as she gently stroked his hair. He looked so peaceful and innocent while sleeping. She almost laughed at the thought that cooking had turned him into this fragile baby. 

She had only wanted to tease him a little the previous evening, but the more he answered, the more it turned serious, and she decided to keep pushing it. She hadn't thought he was going to do it.