Chapter 65 - Going Back Home

Rahua's POV

I feel wonderful, mostly because I am fully healed and because Damion doesn't stop showering me with attention.

However good things do come to an end, and having the maids doing everything for me was like a dream, it was a good rest. Now I have to go back to work, the shop needs my help.

Before I go in plan to walk around in the garden, one last walk on this beautiful place then I go back to reality.

Even though I know now that me and Damion love eachother, I don't think it will be a easy sell a commoner and a Prince to get married, problems are sure to arise until everything is solve I can't put my life on hold.

As I stroll through the garden, enjoying the vibrant blooms and soothing atmosphere, my mind is filled with so many thoughts about the new route of the story.

I pause by a blooming rosebush, delicately touching the velvety petals. The scent wafts through the air, bringing a sense of calm to my racing thoughts. I love Damion, but the reality of the situation cannot be ignored, what if being together with him messes the story line even more? Is kind funny that now I think about I was so worried about him not liking me, now I know that the story is so messed up because he does like me.

As I continue to walk, I think about that maybe, it doesn't matter if we are together or not, what I know from the original and side story is void, maybe everything, has been whipped clean waiting for a new script.

I reach the end of the garden path and take a moment to admire the sprawling landscape before me. This Garden is immense. I wonder long does it take to mown the lawn from the whole place. Uff.

With a deep breath, I turn to go back and and get ready to return to my family. There I see a man sitting with a frown on his face. He looks like he is about to strike anyone that passes before him. Is the best to avoid him.

I walk trying to avoid him, I hear him coughing, falling to the ground. I sight, I don't want to avoid an man that looks that is not fine, I turn back to help him. "Lord..." I have no idea who this man is. " May I help you?"

"Lord? " *Coughing* "how dare you?"

I was extending my hand, maybe I should walk away and avoid problems. He starts coughing intensely. I should just follow my instincts and leave, "arghh" I can't leave even though I feel like I should.

I grab his arm and pull him up. He is still coughing is lungs out. I sit him back down. "Should I ask anyone for you, my.. Lord? " Wait we are on the palace, so this man must be the King!

Oh damn. I am so dead.

*Cough intensively*

Or... Maybe not, why would The King be outside in the garden without protection, or anyone, if he is this sick. And moreover no one told me or there was not even any information that the king was sick.

In the novel the king ended up dying. However his death was later related to Vital interference, but since Vital has no more power or influence, he won't be able to do anything.

So, is this man the king or not?

I dwell on whether I should leave or stay, I have messed the story line a little too much already.

"Soo .... I am going to leave. " I stand up, avoiding using any honorific titles to avoid mistakes, I bow a little bit just in case.

"How dare you? You insolent." *cough* he grabs me by the arm and pulls me back down.

His cough is making him red. "Should I call someone? I am sure there's some healer around." Mr. Cirius was around the last days so I am sure he would heal this man. However if he was the King he would have been healed a long time ago. So he is not the king.

"If you leave me here alone, *cough* I will have your head removed." This man is getting on my nerves, so he must be the king to be able to say such thing.

I quickly weigh my options. If he is the king, then leaving him here would definitely not end well for me. But if he's not the king, then maybe I can still escape without any consequences.

Taking a deep breath, I decide to take a risk. "I apologize, Your Majesty, for my insolence," I say, using the honorific title just in case. "I was unaware of your identity. I didn't recognise you. Please allow me to call for help and get you the assistance you need."

The man scowls at me but doesn't let go of my arm. "No! I don't need assistance," he rasps, these words filled with both threats and anger. " I dare to ask, why would the likes of you not recognise me?"

Is he asking why would I not recognise him as a King, or some other Lord. I sight I just want to go home.

I take a long look at the man in front of me. Rahua, let's think about this logically. From the clothes and well... health he does not look like someone who could be king. But the expression 'Don't judge a book by its cover' can be applied here.

"Are you perhaps, his majesty, the king?" I ask knowing that it could cost my life.

"How dare you not knowing how your king looks like!? " I did not get the answer I wanted. This is frustrating.

I sight deeply, deciding to carefully choose my next words. "I apologize if my earlier remark seemed disrespectful. It was not my intention to offend you. As for not recognizing the king, you would think that anyone who lived here in this kingdom long enough, would eventually see his Majesty, at least once or twice in life. I must admit that I am not well-versed in the nobility and their appearances. And the truth remains noone that isn't from a noble house would recognise a king that, never shows his face to his people." I don't know if what I said will get me in trouble but he seemed to have stopped coughing. "Please, allow me to call for assistance, regardless of your position, so that you may receive the proper care."

His eyes widen, but he doesn't to protest anymore. I get up, with a bow, I leave to look for someone that can help.

Soon I find a maid, and report to her that there's a man, in need for help, coughing a lot, and it may be someone important. She didn't hesitate took one more maid with her and went to look for the person in the direction I had shown.

After a few hours I was ready to leave. I wrote a letter to Damion, explaining why I need to leave. I had delivered it to his room. If I see him it may be harder to leave.

As I was about to leave, I was stopped. "Miss Rahua you are not allowed to leave the Castle. " Said one of the knights.

"Why is that?" Did Damion ordered such thing?

"By the order of His Majesty the King."