Good News For Helena: You mean, I can't making sex with him?

"Empress Helena?" a woman's voice called out as Helena moved her two slowly moving eyes.

At that time, Harika was sitting on the floor with her face on the edge of the bed. She was grinning too broadly as if she was feeling the most precious joy.

"Uhmm.., What smell is this?" Helena muttered with her nose sniffing quickly.

"Empress, are you awake?" Harika called in a voice that was getting clearer, heard by Helena's ears.

"What's wrong, Harika? Why are you in Louis's room?" asked Helena, who had opened her eyes, and she looked at Harika, who was still wearing a strange smile.

"Wait! Why are you here?" Helena repeated her question, and this time with full awareness.

"Empress, you are in your bedroom," Harika explained as she rose from her seat. "Empress, you shouldn't move much. You still look pale," Harika wrapped her arms around Helena's shoulders, a white coat, which had been on the side of the bed.