Albert tilted his head to the side, his jawline clearly visible. It was a smooth, angular line.
āItās an order, then youāll say it.ā
I couldnāt openly deny that. I expressed my opinion in a roundabout manner.
āHave I ever gone against Your Highnessā orders?ā
āRight.ā
Albert smiled.
āBut you wouldnāt go beyond that.ā
He seemed to leave more unsaid.
I crouched near him while he was lying down, then I looked at him. Albert, who slightly raised his upper body, made eye contact with me. His deep eyes had an intense gaze in them.
Love could be achieved through timing and serendipity. And if the timing wasnāt right, that love would cool down.
It was a short window of opportunity, but this situation seemed to be enough for it. I realized this much while being able to interact with Albert like this.
If the tower wasnāt the special place that it wasāfrom the fact that I never would have gotten the chance to meet him, to the cold truth that both our ways of thinking and our values were very different.
Thereās a saying that goes like thisāif a crow tit walks like a stork, it will break its legs.¹
Meaning, people should know their place.
Romance is possible with a chaebol² in dramas. But this is because everyone knows that this wouldnāt happen in reality.
And itās the same with a prince and a maid. Romance could flourish only here inside this tower where there were no obstacles, but it will not be able to last.
People need to stay within their lanes. This is what reality dictates.
āPrince. I know my place.ā
āYour place, you say.ā
He spoke in a hushed voice with a bitter expression.
āYou make me speechless.ā
What can I say to that?
After contemplating, I answered.
āIāll draw the line.ā
But as soon as I finished saying this, Albert muttered firmly.
āDonāt do that.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
āDonāt draw any lines. Donāt go further away.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
āJust. Just stay where you are.ā
If you say that with pain so evident in your eyes, I canāt say anything more. I bit my lips hard.
āBecause if you really change, I donāt know how Iāll change, too.ā
Staring at me as I remained silent, Albert added in a low voice.
I couldnāt say anything. Even as he said it was an order, it sounded more like a plea.
Instead, I just nodded.
The air around us became heavy. Albertās tone of voice changed, perhaps due to the atmosphere.
āNow Iām sure that Iām sick. I keep saying words I wouldnāt normally say.ā
The topic of the conversation changed. Albert was trying to be considerate of me. After sighing inwardly, I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them once more.
All I could do right now is to provide proper care for a sick person.
I tried to speak in a cheerful tone.
āThatās also what I think. Thatās why I should go down for a bit and bring back some water. May I?ā
Albertās grip loosened.
While we were talking, sweat formed on his forehead again. I wiped his forehead one more time.
āIāll be right back.ā
After lightly pushing Albertās hand, which was holding my wrist, I headed down to the kitchen with Blanc in tow.
Blanc looked back towards Albertās room as if he was worried.
Arriving at the kitchen, I first filled a large jug with water for Albert to drink.
He was sweating a lot, so of course he had to replenish his fluids. Rather than going back and forth into the kitchen, it would be better to get a lot at once.
I groaned all the way back up the stairs while carrying the huge jug. Going back to Albertās side as he was now lying back, I placed the jug down and grabbed a cup, which I filled with water for Albert.
āPrince, please drink this.ā
While holding the cup in one hand, he breathed deeply. I observed his condition.
As he was sitting up now, I saw that Albertās shirt was soaked in cold sweat.
āGoodnessā¦ā
How long did it take me to get the water? Albertās condition was much worse than before.
As I looked at him, I asked anxiously.
āPrince, are you alright?ā
āIām fine. I just need to sleep for a bit.ā
His voice was no different than usual, but how he looked was completely different. His usual languid expression had disappeared, and now he was all pale.
I was doused with fear. Something serious might really happen with Albert.
Heās the male lead of this story, but the contents of the novel have changed ever since Iāve come here.
Without one year even passing by, Albert already knows how to get out of the tower. He even went out for a little while to save his vassal from black magic.
Since he wasnāt supposed to go out at this time⦠Because of the aftermath, would something wrong really befall Albert?
The novel never mentioned anything about Albert being sick. He was an ever-reliable male lead.
ā¦But right now, Albert didnāt look like a male lead.
He was just one person. And thatās making me worried.
I let out a prolonged exhale.
Thereās nothing wrong with Albert.
Thereās a reason why heās a main character. Thereās no way heād die in a place like this.
However, as I was watching him being sick like this in front of me, I couldnāt help but be anxious.
Oh my god! Thatās too long! Anyone whoās sick knows that time goes by too slow at a time like this, and itās terrible just to hear that itāll last for three days.
Albert looked at me with a calm expression. He was quiet, compared to me while I was making a fuss. At this moment, I was confused about who it really was thatās sick, me or him.
Though he was sweating profusely, Albert maintained his regal aura. That was amazing in itself.
As I wiped the sweat off his forehead again, Albert whispered.
āItās the price to pay. This much is a light penalty.ā
He could read me like an open book, seeing as how he was comforting me.
I told you not to say youāre fine when youāre not, but youāre repeating the same thing again.
āHow can this be a light penalty? Your Highness is someone who doesnāt even want to show that youāre sick, but youāre like this now.ā
āItās been a while since I went out, and Liamās condition was worse than I thought. Iām like this now because I could endure well enough.ā
āā¦Are you bragging about yourself?ā
Just how great Albert wasāthe heavens know this and the earth knows this as well. But thatās not important right now.
Rising from my seat, I quickly wracked my head and thought of what I could do for Albert.
Albert sighed heavily and said,
āI think I need to change my clothes.ā
With his short hair sticking to his cheeks like this, as I peered at his bare face, I could even see his natural beauty shining through.
I canāt believe Iām thinking about something like this towards a sick person.
With my lips pursed, I quickly moved.
āIāll get a change of clothes right away!ā
It was true that Albert was soaked in cold sweat.
Opening a drawer, I took out one of Albertās shirts. The rather rough texture was completely different from the clothes I received in the guest room earlier. And I also recalled the coats and outerwear that Schubert and Liam were wearing.
The fabrics they were wearing looked to be fancy and of good quality.
ā¦Thatās also what Albertās used to.
Strangely, I felt guilty. As I was clutching the well-folded shirt in my hands, I bit my lower lip.
No no, itās not like I didnāt understand that partā¦
Smirking, Albert had whispered in a languid tone. This wet look of his seemed awfully dangerous. To the point that I gulped dryly without even realizing it.
The moment he handed back the shirt to me, his finger grazed mine for a moment and left. The instantaneous contact made me nervous.
āHavenāt you seen my body many times before?ā
Yeah, sure, Iāve seen the princeās body before, but⦠isnāt this a bit differentā¦?
I wanted to say no. It was too much to look at him and touch his bare skin at the same time.
Right then, I decided to refuse, so I opened my lips to speak quickly.
āYour Highness, Iā¦ā
But then I saw it.
His hands trembling because of his high fever.
ā¦I canāt be shy here. Thereās something that needs to be done.
Albert is a patient.
Heās a patient lying in bed because he couldnāt even control his own body properly.
Albert wasnāt his usual self right now.
Mumbling as though brainwashing myself, I nodded. Then, I asked with a grim face.
āHow should I help you?ā
As if he was waiting for it, Albert sat up against the headboard.
He tried to unclasp the buttons of his shirt, but soon, this left him exasperated. He sighed and said,
āUnbutton my shirt first.ā
Albert only said his first request, but why was my face heating up? This was just the start, the first request, but⦠why does it feel like Iāve dug my own grave?
But thereās nowhere to run now. I answered resolutely with all my willpower.
āYes.ā
After gulping once, I reached out to the first button around the collar of his shirt. Just under this button, this shirt, his bare skin was about to touch mine.
My finger lightly grazed Albertās adamās apple, but it was only for an instant.
Albert raised his head.
I was too flustered to meet his gaze.
At this, I was solely focused on just the buttons. And with my intense gaze on them, I was worried that the buttons might wear out.
āā
¹ this line pertains to a korean proverb that means, someone whoās trying too hard to fit in by becoming something they arenāt. a crow tit is a short bird, so if it tries to walk like a long-legged stork, itāll just hurt itself. this saying is similar to āa leopard canāt change its spotsā.
² a chaebol family is a conglomerate/super rich family, and thereās a common trope in k-dramas that a third generation or smth smth chaebol heir is the commoner flās love interest, very much like what we see in romance fantasy novels with princes and dukes tbh