Chapter 135

Nortze had no choice other than accepting the king's decision. He felt a little bit left out when he watched his daughter disappear inside the chamber. Nortze had emotions bubbling within him and the only outlet he could find was his wife. Even Gisella was at far end of the room.

If there was anyone who could read Nortze's non verbal signals and communicate accordingly in this situation was Saer. The same man who had been dragged to the dungeon on the accusations put on him. Nortze could not expect the same level of communication with Gisella, standing across the room.

Nortze could see her lips moving. As he paid more attention, he got to know she was reciting a prayer. Nortze knew the prayer word by word so he reckoned Gisella was wasting her breath in unnecessary thing.

Even if the wedding gets called off, we won't be affected.

We could have run but chose to continue the wedding just to preserve the prince's dignity.

Tudor – he read her lips. Then she stopped reciting.

Gisella had hand on her heart. Nortze's hand also reached for his after looking at his paled wife. He was changing colour like blood had been drained from his body.

Then she fell back.

A doctor present there was quick to act.

"Check her corset." Doctor screamed at women near her.

The women surrounded her, searching for the correct lace to the corset crunching her lungs. A corset flew out from the crowd of women but none of them had positive looks on their faces. It was when the doctor stepped in.

Nortze pulled his robe up to his ankles and ran. He resisted himself from teleporting infront of her. In the meanwhile, he kept telling himself she was safe. It was a doubtful thought. And for a while he also believed it.

His feet paralyzed when he saw a guard carrying Lady Calajhan on his arms. Crowd inside the room watched Nortze at his arrival. Nortze stepped forward and touched her sweaty cheek.

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"Nothing to worry, Lord Bloudkast." Doctor said, "She had a sudden shock. She must have a weak heart."

He received a look of, I am good,

from her. Nortze put his hand on her forehead and she caught it. But there was no strength in her grip. She couldn’t keep holding his hand further has the guard carrying her began marching.

"Where are you taking her?" Nortze stood in his way.

"To her chambers." Doctor said, "She needs to stay away from stressful things."

"I will also go there." Nortze said.

They left the hall, leaving curious guests behind. Nortze could tell the guard carrying her was concerned too. But Nortze did not bother justifying him anything and nor did Gisella.

Guards took them to her chamber.

Nortze cleared the bed for her, pushing away some clothes laying on it.

"Call us if necessary." The guard said on others' behalf.

Nortze kept looking at his wife while the guards walked away. Before going, the guards did a favor to them by closing the door.

"What happened?" Nortze kneeled, holding her hand.

"Tight corset." She whispered.

"That's what they are saying. What really happened?"

"I miss my son." She sobbed.

"Why would you?"

She tightened her lips, looking away to hide her face.

"Gisella." Nortze walked to the other side of the bed, "If he cared about us he would have been here."

Gisella didn’t match eyes with him.

"He isn’t." her voice became thin, "That worries me."

Nortze shook his head, "Rest."

The door opened with a bang.

Nortze moved his head to see Braden who had reached to the chamber gasping.

"Are you fine, lady?" Braden came rushing to her, "Heard you fainted."

"She is good now." Nortze left her hand, "Take care of her."

Nortze then left the chamber.