Dust was piled up like clouds on his unused area of the room.
“If you live in a place like this, you could get a disease that hasn’t existed yet.”
Cassion’s finger flinched as if he had heard what I said. I came to my senses and approached the bed.
“Your Highness, Your Highness! Are you awake?”
I grabbed Cassion and shook his body. His body fluttered like paper.
I quickly took off my hand of his body because I thought it was going to crumble.
I didn’t know if he lost weight because he didn’t eat well or his illness.
I saw his hand wriggling, but Cassion didn’t move no matter how much I shook him and shouted.
The dirty blanket surrounding him also kept bothering me.
“Think of good things, wear good things, for good things to happen.”
When I remembered my mother’s words, I rolled up Cassion’s blanket and threw it away. Instead, I covered him with the outerwear I wore.
Cassion, who only had his head sticking out while covered in a coat with embroidered flowers, finally appeared to be of his age.
‘No, anyone would know that Cassion is 11 years old. He got the height; He just has to work on his weight to look much better.’
When I saw him, I kept feeling sorry.
Probably because I lost my parents early and his suffering image looked overlapping with my grief.
“Janice, could you bring in a reliable servant? The one you could trust the most.”
“Now?”
On a night when the moon did not rise, it was so dark that I couldn’t even see an inch ahead of me outside.
I was worried about sending Janice out alone at night like this, but there was a carriage that she could use to leave the palace, so she should be okay.
“Yes, you should also bring… my blanket, pillow, and bedsheets!”
I was going to ask her to bring a few essential things Cassion needed right away, but there were a lot more things that I asked her to bring.
Janice and I searched through Cassion’s room for paper and pen.
Janice muttered that if we touched the prince’s stuff without permission, we could be punished.
“I will take the responsibility. Just tell them I did it all by myself, so focus on finding paper and pen first.”
Relieved by the words, Janice began to overturn the drawers to her heart’s content.
Some clothes looked tiny compared to Cassion’s body and some unusually large clothes sticking out of the drawer.
I got angry when I saw them, so I slammed the closet door and searched the desk.
“How come you don’t have a notebook?”
There were only a few books for young children with detachable letters on Cassion’s desk, which Dyson gave. There was no fountain pen which was a necessity for a noble or a royal.
In the end, I had to tear the page from the book and write using Cassion’s blood, which was splattered on the floor.
The feeling of writing by melting other people’s hardened blood with water was the worst.
“Isn’t it scary to go alone?”
I asked Janice who was holding the completed list.
“I will be fine because I have a lot of friends.”
Janice sometimes gave me a weird answer.
I was worried, but looking at her confident expression, I believed she could finish her task.