I Married the Terminally Ill Emperor - Chapter 58
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I Married a Terminally Ill Emperor
Chapter 58
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Dahlia lay straight on the bed with her hands neatly folded over her chest.
“Princess, you just woke up not long ago and you’re trying to sleep again?”
Hart glanced at the window where bright sunlight was streaming down.
“She must be trying to grow mold on her body.”
Annie, who was sitting at the table reading a book, answered nonchalantly on her behalf.
“I am not!”
Dahlia opened her eyes wide and glared at Annie with an aggrieved expression. As long as she didn’t get out of bed, it was always that damn mold talk.
“Mold?”
“It’s the Princess’s hobby.”
Hart nodded with an understanding expression.
“The Princess’s hobby is growing mold! I’ll remember that!”
“It’s not…”
Dahlia looked resentfully at the maid and servant who wouldn’t even listen to her with half an ear, then closed her eyes tightly again.
Annie closed her book and looked at Dahlia.
“Then why are you trying to take another nap when you haven’t been awake for long?”
“I need to sleep a lot to have dreams.”
Dahlia replied with her eyes still closed.
“You hate having dreams.”
“Yeah. But I need them now.”
Dreams related to the Emperor, or dreams of the future – either would be good. She needed to dream of something other than the world’s destruction to make the Emperor believe her.
Then maybe someday he wouldn’t believe in the world’s destruction either.
Dahlia put on an eye mask and waited for sleep to come. Usually she would fall asleep without realizing it, but now that she was lying down fully prepared, sleep wouldn’t come.
“Annie, I can’t fall asleep. Help me!”
Annie got up from her seat as if she had expected this, and took out a book she had brought from her bag. Then she placed a chair at the head of the bed and settled in.
“One and two and three and four and five and six and seven and eight and nine and ten and…”
As Annie began reading the book, the Princess squirmed as if she was dying to not hear it.
Meanwhile, Hart blinked rapidly with a bewildered expression. There’s a book like that? Is it some new form of torture?
“Horse and cow and mouse and…”
After reading the repeated ‘ands’ quietly for quite a while, Annie looked down at the Princess who was sleeping soundly and closed the book.
Hart stared blankly at Annie with hollow eyes as if she had been tortured herself. Even though Annie was no longer reading the book, she felt like she could still hear the word ‘and’ in her ears.
Hart shook her head roughly to escape from the bondage of ‘and’.
“Miss, what kind of book content is that? My head hurts from listening to it continuously.”
Annie nodded as if she understood, then held out the book so the cover was visible.
Crooked handwriting that looked like a child had written it was visible.
“It’s a book that Princess Dahlia wrote herself when she was young. Want to see?”
“The Princess did?”
Hart opened the book with curious eyes. The book had only words and the word ‘and’ listed throughout.
“This is a book?”
“The Princess wrote it when she was studying vocabulary, and the Late Queen had it bound into a book. When the Princess can’t fall asleep, if I read this to her, she sleeps very well. She escapes into sleep from shame.”
The two people left the room whispering quietly so the Princess could sleep comfortably.
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“The Princess of the Kingdom of Foevern, who only stayed in the Star Palace, has come out into the world?”
The Pope, who had been quietly gazing at the Goddess statue, finally opened his mouth after a long while.
The Grand Inquisitor, who had been standing behind him, bowed his head deeply.
“Yes. But it’s strange. Why didn’t the Holy Knight Commander report this?”
The Pope slowly turned around and looked down at the Grand Inquisitor.
“When has that boy ever been interested in women? He must be busy focusing on demons.”
“That’s also a problem. Didn’t he let the demon he had caught escape? You should severely punish him.”
“Grand Inquisitor. There are other demons, are there not?”
“But…”
The Grand Inquisitor who raised his head met the Pope’s cold gaze.
“I know you are wary of that boy. But that boy is our Empire’s only Sword Master. He must be bound to our Empire forever. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand.”
The Pope turned around again and looked up at the Goddess statue.
The Kingdom of Foevern was located right next to them, yet they had not maintained exchanges beyond a certain level. While other countries constantly requested high-ranking priests or holy water, the Kingdom of Foevern never made such requests.
The Former King was a reclusive person, and the Current King seemed to follow that legacy as well.
From such a kingdom, the Princess of the Star Palace, whose existence was even questionable, had come out into the world.
What could be the reason?
Long ago, a knight who reported discovering a Saint in the Kingdom of Foevern disappeared after sending Roand there.
Since he was someone who usually gambled and fabricated false reports, the knight’s report was buried as is. They didn’t even bother to search for him separately.
But suddenly he became curious about whether that man was alive or dead.
“Find Lord Lumon who disappeared 13 years ago. And contact the Captain to tell him to watch the Princess of the Star Palace.”
“Yes.”
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Dahlia paced back and forth in the same spot with an anxious face while waiting for the Emperor.
She could feel Cole and Annie watching her with worried looks from behind, but she couldn’t control her uneasy feelings.
As a result of staying in bed for several days trying to sleep, she had finally succeeded in seeing the future. But she wished she hadn’t had such a dream.
Dahlia waited for the Emperor at the path where he would come out after finishing his meeting.
And as soon as she spotted the Emperor coming out with Oreon, she ran toward him. Her voluminous skirt kept getting tangled around her feet, so she lifted it up to ankle height.
“Princess!”
She heard Annie’s reproachful voice from behind, but ignored it and arrived in front of the Emperor.
“Your Majesty!”
Dahlia immediately grabbed his right arm.
She could feel the Emperor looking down at her in surprise, but there was no time to talk. Examining his arm thoroughly was the priority.
“Princess, what are you doing?”
“You’re not hurt anywhere, are you?”
Dahlia held his arm tightly as if it were her own and looked up at him with worry.
“I’m not.”
The Emperor’s sharp voice softened considerably.
Unlike Cole and Annie who followed the Princess and looked at the two with displeasure, Oreon watched with a pleased smile.
“Wait a moment.”
Dahlia quickly looked around at the group nearby, then dragged the Emperor as he was to a place thick with tree leaves.
“Does the Princess take every man she meets to such secluded places?”
“When have I ever?”
When Dahlia looked at him as if asking what he was talking about, the Emperor stared down at her intently, then suddenly smiled with satisfaction.
Why is he smiling without answering the question?
“What’s the matter?”
“I had a dream.”
Dahlia glanced around, then gestured for Oreon to move farther away when she saw him watching them with curious eyes.
Oreon stepped back with a sullen expression on his face.
“Did you see the future?”
The Emperor completely shielded her with his broad back.
“Yes, that’s right! Your Majesty will get hurt. Your right arm…”
The Princess answered in a dejected voice.
“…I see.”
The Emperor looked down at his own arm and responded slowly.
“What should we do?”
“You don’t know when or how I get hurt?”
“No. My dreams sometimes happen just a few hours later, or sometimes as long as a year later. I don’t know the exact time. And I only see fragments… I’m sorry, Your Majesty is going to get hurt but I can’t even help.”
Dahlia looked down at his arm that she was still holding with a troubled expression.
Gray felt the corners of his mouth keep trying to rise, so he covered his lips with his free hand. Then he paused.
Why am I trying to hide my smile?
He had always deliberately shown public smiles. It was a smile he used to easily lower others’ guard.
His gaze naturally returned to her. The Princess was still turning his arm this way and that, worrying about it.
How cute. Why do I keep thinking an adult woman is cute? Why does seeing her worry about me make me feel good?
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