Azalea sat beside Ayden's bed where he laid still, watching intently every inch of him for any movement. She had been trying to hold her scared feelings to herself, as she encouraged in her mind that Ayden would wake up soon. Watching the night get darker and darker with not many soul still awake, she sniffled often and often trying hard not to let the tears making her eyes glassy pour down. "Master, stop lying there like a log of wood and just pick yourself up. I've been trying to hope strongly that you would wake up soon, but it is almost one day already and you are still not moving," she sniffled again and rocked his body gently. The thought of anything happening to Ayden mumbled her thoughts into anxiety. If he by any chance lost his life in the process, then she was in every way guilty to death; For killing a member of the royal family, for practicing a technique she knew not much about, for being failure and for interfering into matters that did not concern her in any way.

Hendrix tried to control his anger as he told the guards around, to send every lady that were at the party back to their home immediately. He stormed angrily towards the direction of his room, with his mother scurrying after him as fast as she could wondering what made her son so raged. "Hendrix wait. What is going on with you," Scarlett asked her son as she held the hem of her emerald green dress, following him into his room hurriedly which was far from where they had left. As soon as he got to the front of his room, he swung open the huge door by force and entered inside immediately. Though he was angry about what his mother did without telling him, but the anger he could feel within him was much greater than even the actions. "Hendrix, why did you chase every of guests away. They were here for you," his mother said immediately she had gotten to his room entryway and entered inside. "Did I say I wanted someone to marry?!" He almost yelled, trying to control the anger he was fe

The mood around the room was somewhat gloomy, with Ayden checking out the dozens of clothes he had. Azalea who had tried to pick out the perfect ones for him, soon gave up after the young prince didn't seem satisfied by anyone. "Can you imagine? I have to at the palace on or before six in the evening. Am I young child? What a joke!" Ayden exclaimed angrily, as he finally found something he felt like he could wear. "It is at least nice that you can leave the palace freely now. It is probably for your own safety too," Azalea said, trying to comfort her master who didn't seem moved the slightest by such words. He just struggled angrily with the cloth he wanted to wear."It is just because everyone sees me as a joke," he spat again, as he stood in front of the mirror to dress himself, "Then the king said if I am able to show him I have basic defending skills, he would let me be free by myself. I have never even held a sword before, talk less of swinging it!" He hissed again and again, a

Azalea had entered into the tunnel that led into the palace, in which Ayden closed the lid after she had entered inside. He then made his way back to the part which lead to the palace's premises briskly, before his curfew began. If he had entered inside the tunnel too with Azalea, the palace guards would be sure they had not seen him come in raising a weird concern. So it was better if his maid just went into the palace ahead of him, like she had been really been inside all day. Ayden made his way into the palace walls and as fast he could through the many hallways, so he could quickly get Azalea out of the tunnel before she would freak out in the dark hole. As he was able to pass the hallway that led to the family's dinning room, Zachary had unceremoniously shoved him into the room where every of the royal family was present. It was a compulsory dinner meal for him to attend, since it was the very first one together since his birthday. Why were things really getting complic

"Who is that person, master?" Azalea asked Ayden as they made their way back from the room they had just gone into. Ever since they had come out of the room where they had gone to see Lorelei, Ayden's mood had changed into a very sullen one which bothered Azalea. She knew that the woman laying down there in a vegetative state, must be someone so close and dear to him. 'She cannot be his mother, can she?' her mind pondered. If she had heard the rumors around the palace well, his mother had died after she birthed him. "It is my nana from when I was young. She had taken care of me till I had grown up," Ayden replied, his voice filled with so much bitterness and struggled talking. Azalea thought in her mind if she could ask more questions from Ayden, who looked like someone that couldn't talk so firmly about the sick woman whom he talked about with pain. Nevertheless, she would just have to ask him, if she wanted to be sure of what she had seen minutes earlier. "How did she beco