Elena nodded with a satisfied smile at Isaacās prompt attention to duty. He gave her a pen and paper, and Elena wrote a message for the Emperorās nobles allies that Carlisle was alive and well. She turned her attention to composing a letter for her family next, but she scrapped it several times. She felt it was not enough to deliver them simple news. In her last life, Paveluc had destroyed her family and seized the throne. This time, as long as Elena and Carlisle were safe, she would ensure it would never happen, but she always had to consider the worst in mind. Carlisle and Elena could unexpected be killed or injured at any moment.
Elena finished composing her letter for the noble families instead, then handed it over to Isaac.
āSecretly inform the allies listed here that the Crown Prince is still alive. Iāll
Isaac gave a respectful bow.
soon as you finish writing it. For now, I will deliver your message to the noble families you have indicated.ā
āI look ā
Once again Isaac bent at the waist, then hurried away.
Elena contemplated blank white sheet of paper in front of her for a few moments, before setting pen to paper. The recipient of the letter would be her father, Alphord. She wrote of how she and Carlisle were safe, and that the troops needed to be moved soon to stop the Empress. Then finally, she wrote her last request.
[For urgently ask that you send Mirabelle to the Freegrand Kingdom to study abroad. The situation in the Ruford Empire may soon turn chaotic.]
Elena had always intended to help Mirabelle as much as she could, but now there was no better time to send her sister to a safer place. Her father and brother were in no position to leave the country as part of the Fourth Order of the Imperial Knights. Rather than try to avoid an unfortunate future, Elena would try to fight back, but her heart could rest easier if she could protect at least one family member. And so, Elena managed her best.
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Time flew by swiftly as Elena made her preparations. She knocked on Carlisleās bedroom door, carrying medicine and bandages, and a voice replied from within.
āEnter.ā
Permission given, Elena carefully inside. Carlisle seemed to have already anticipated her appearance. He looked much more relaxed than before, but Elena was able to see the subtle changes in his emotions.
āYouāre seriously injured, and
Carlisle undid several buttons without hesitation, then crossed his arms and pulled off his shirt. It was a brazen action, and soon his hard abs and tight torso came into view. Elena become momentarily dizzy at the sight. His slim waist was still wrapped by the makeshift bandage made from Elenaās dress.
She lowered unwound the torn cloth.
Seug, seueug.
The wound was finally revealed, and she frowned deeply as she saw the angry red flesh. It was worse than she expected.
āIt must hurt a lot.ā
Despite his injury, however, Carlisleās expression remained unchanged. Even Elena had forgotten for a while that he was hurt. His injury was hers too, and her heart throbbed at the sight of her wounded husband.
Sensing her worry, Carlisle lifted a hand and stroked her hair in gentle reassurance.
āItās alright. It would be far more painful to see you get hurt.ā
At his warm tone, Elena looked up at his face. She was touched. Although he must be heavily burdened by Sullivanās death, Carlisle still felt a deep concern for her. She hurriedly broke eye contact with him and took out the medicine she brought.
on his wound, but he did not flinch. Elena watched his face carefully for any sign of pain, but he showed no hint of discomfort. Finally, she meticulously wrapped the wound in clean bandages, feeling a little more secure in Carlisleās condition.
āItās all finished.ā
Elena stood up, and Carlisle pulled her into his arms. She was surprised by his unexpected gesture, but she lifted her hand and rested it on his back. Perhaps he needed some warmth and reassurance today.
āIs the wound on your right arm treated?ā
āYes. I had it done before I came here so you wouldnāt worry.ā
āGood. I should have paid attention to you first. Iām sorry.ā
āNot at all. After hearing the news about your fatherā¦itās natural to be confused.ā
Elena knew from her last life how it was like to lose family members. Of course, she couldnāt read Carlisleās mind, but she could guess at the grief what he was feeling. Before she could say a word of comfort, however, Carlisle spoke first in a calm voice.
āYou donāt have to worry too much
Although Carlisle was Sullivanās firstborn, Carlisle grew up in the maidās quarters with his mother until the Dragonās Orb emerged from him. He had a lowly birth, and if Carlisle had not inherited dragonās blood, Sullivan would never have recognized him as his son. Carlisle understood that very well. He hadnāt had a good memory since he became Crown Prince either. His mother abandoned him and left the palace, and he was sent away to the battlefield after countless assassinations threats.
āMy father didnāt like always seeing me. Perhaps it was because I strongly inherited the curse of the dragonās blood, and my power outstripped almost anyone elseās.ā
Elena listened silently to Carlisle. There was some unknown, bitter pain in Carlisleās voice.
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āI was never allowed to complain. In my fatherās eyes, I had everything. At first, his expectations weighed on me, but soon it became obvious. I began to resent him when I saw him, like a poison eating away at me.ā
From the start, the two were not given the time and space share any affection. Carlisle was sent away as a child and couldnāt see his father again after he became an adult. Perhaps there was always some resentment in Carlisleās mind against Sullivan. They had something of a mixed relationship, and the only thing Carlisle could do for Sullivan was to inherit the throne as he intended. And so, Carlisle wanted to prove to Sullivan as much as possible that he could be emperor before he died. It was because of this that Carlisle decided to spare Redfieldās life, but only as a last resort.
That was all. Carlisleās and Sullivanās relationship could not be defined as either hot or cold.
āI didnāt realize until Father was dead that I wanted his praise.ā
His eyes were heavy with regret, and he gave a self-mocking laugh.