Chapter Fifty-four

An unconscious Eleanor lay limp in Drakken's arms when he flew up the flights of stairs. This garnered the attention of a few guests that saw him hurry in distress but gave them no room for unwanted queries.

Albeit, the situation appears one of in-depth scandal.

Benjamin would pay for this tremendously, Drakken swore. He would see to it. His half-brother had only been in the palace for hours, yet he caused so much havoc already.

Evie who also saw him hurry in with her mistress looking dead in his arms was soon hot on his heels, too terrified to ask what the problem was in fear of horrible news. It looked really bad, whatever it was.

"Is..." she forced down the lump in her throat. "Is she alright?"

"Get a damp cloth," Drakken barked out an order. "Hurry!"

She ran off at the urgency in his voice as he pushed the door open, setting Eleanor on her bed. Drakken pressed two of his fingers to her neck and he felt her slight pulse getting weaker. If someone as frail as she was survived that