The Dragon's Flame Queen ✔

✔LXXVI - The beginning of the blunder

Demian had brought the royal physician when Seraphina fell unconscious.

The old physician inspected Seraphina as he touched her wrists and eyes. "Hmm..." He hummed and again started his inspection after adjusting his round glasses.

Seraphina was unconscious after the fever. Her skin burnt with the heat and she laid there as if she was still sleeping. Her face was red and Demian could not bear to watch her so helpless. He stood there all the time watching and feeling restless.

When he touched her forehead, he was surprised to feel the temperature.

Did he hurt her too much? Demian felt a little guilty as he knew he should not treat her like that but his curse burns had returned and he could feel the heat within himself, rising slowly. He was afraid he could harm Seraphina if he lose his consciousness and that was the reason he treated her with cold attitude so she would stay away from him. It seemed to have worked until she got the heavy fever. He knew she would be hurt but it was for her own good.

However, he had no idea it was hurting her so much that she would have gotten a fever.

Demian tapped his fingers on his crossed arms as he waited for the physician to finish his check up. What was taking his time?

"Is she alright?" Demian asked the physician who brought out some dry deep green things from his bag.

"She got a high fever and I think she has been stressing over something that must be the reason she fell ill." The old physician said which made Demian's guilt grow worse. It was his fault...

Sure, he wanted her to stay away from him but he never wanted her to be this ill. He liked the way she would react to his comments and always stay in her wild nature. He clenched his jaw.

"I have asked her maid to use this herb to make medicines and after that she will be fine." The physician added, "Although she needs rest."

Demian nodded and as the old man put all of his things into his bag and stood up. He turned around and bowed as he said, "Your Highness, I shall take my leave now."

"Did you give her maid all the things she needed for her recovery?" Demian aske, his voice on the age and it seemed the royal physician had felt his uneasiness as he nodded.

"Yes, Your Highness. I have and don't worry. As long as she doesn't stress over everything she will be fine." He assured him but Demian was still a bit rigid and he wanted to see Seraphina healthy. He certainly didn't like her in the bed, unconscious.

"You may go now," Demian said and added, "But come immediately when you are called."

The man did a deep bow before him as he left.

Demian stood there for another moment then he went beside her. He sat on the bed and touched her forehead. As his palm touched her burning skin, it reminded him of his own fever. She was burning like him.

He stroked her cheek and whispered, "I..." He could not say but he wanted to apologize. He recalled he had never apologized to anyone but her. No matter how much he had done cruelty to anyone, he had never asked for an apology. However, in Seraphina's case, he seemed to hurt himself more when he hurt her.

What was it? He had never felt this way toward anyone. His thumb unconsciously rubbed on her cheek softly and it seemed her body slowly released all the tension she had at his touch.

She mumbled in her sleep, "Demian..."

For a moment, he was stunned as she knew it was him even though she was unconscious. She whimpered as he pulled away his hand and seeing her adorable face, Demian again touched her head as she leaned against it. Was she awake?