Emperor's Secret Weapon

"Your highness. I hope she wakes up soon."

"Is she still ill? Did you check her temperature?"

Lyca frowned when she heard voices that seemed too close to her face.

"Yes. The fever had subsided, but I believe she is still sick. Look at her face? It is so pale."

"Can you call the Royal Doctor?"

"And tell him what? That she is not waking up? She is not dead…."

"Shut your mouth! Do you know the consequences of talking like this in front of the Princess?"

A long stretch of silence followed the woman's words. Princess? Royal Doctor? Slowly, Lyca opened her eyes. The pain in her head immediately made her hissed.

"Your highness… you are awake!"

"Call the Royal Doctor!"

"Someone call— "

"No," Lyca uttered, still confused. "Don't call anyone."

"Your— Your highness but your wound…"

"Leave." She said in a cold tone, her face still pale from the memories that are starting to swirl inside her head.