woof woof, Don't you know the mad dog?

Oh crap...

I hated to actually have a point there. Everyone knew me. I was basically a celebrity around this area, no screw it around the country and the world. Who didn't know about the tragic story of the Eckhart family and the orphan who actually just become a princess of a duchy over night?

It was basically impossible to hide me. The person working with me has to be literally blind not to notice who I was.

Callisto sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as if I were the source of his headache. Goddess grievance..... It was all his fault for just leaving me at the hunting area like that.....Honestly, I probably was the problem but let's ignore that fact.

Callisto: We'll find you a place. The castle is big enough. For now, just stay here.

Me: Here? In your room?

Callisto: Yes, here. Where I can keep an eye on you and make sure you don't cause any more trouble.

I crossed my arms and stared him down. What in the world was he thinking? If he thought I'd just accept this without a fight, he was surely mistaken.

Me: This isn't a solution! You need to clear my name. You're the crown prince. You can do it with one word. YOU OWE IT TO ME!

Callisto: *sighing heavily* I know that. But I'm not exactly in the best condition to handle that right now and even if, it takes time to clear your name and find out who the real person behind everything is.

Me: And why is that? Come on! You are the blood thirsty crown prince and I am the goddamn mad dog. You look fine to me too. Get up and do something about it.

He coughed lightly, his face paling but I just ignored it. At this point he was definitely making up excuses. I mean pardon me but I was the victim here and not him!!!!! I was imprisoned! I WAS ACTUALYY IN A GODDAMN PRISON CELL!

 He needed to understand how desperate my situation was.

Callisto: *another sigh* I will, but not right this minute. 

Me: OH COME ON! One word from you and my situation changes. Just stand up and—

Before I could finish my sentence, Callisto's eyes rolled back, and he crumpled to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. Panic surged through me as I rushed to his side. I even tried to catch him out of instinct and I kinda did but I also dropped him to the ground the moment I had him in my arms.

Maybe not as good of idea of me but ... well it just happened.

Me: Callisto? Callisto! Wake up! This isn't funny!

I shook him, my heart pounding in my chest. He didn't respond, his breathing shallow and ragged, it even started to get quicker and quicker. I didn't realize how bad his condition was until this moment. The prince was genuinely sick, feverish, burning hot, and I'd been too focused on my own problems to see it.

Me: Oh, crap. Oh, crap. What do I do? Think, think, think!

I looked around the room, my mind racing. 

Hide the body? 

No, that is insane. 

I can't hide the crown prince's body. 

But what if someone thought I did this.... AGAIN?!

What if they blame me?

Me: No, no, no. This can't be happening. I have to get help.

I somehow got up to my feet and bolted to the door, flinging it open and yelling down the corridor.

Me: HELP! Someone help! The prince has collapsed!

Guards and servants rushed towards me, their faces a mix of confusion and alarm. I stepped back, letting them take over. They carried Callisto to the bed, calling for the royal physician. I stood by, feeling utterly helpless and more than a little guilty for pushing him so hard.

Then again, I was quite lucky no one paid me any attention at all. They would for sure question me out. It was just a matter of time... no doubt about it.

As the physician examined Callisto, I paced back and forth, my mind was spinning and I just couldn't help come up with worst-case scenarios. If Callisto didn't wake up, if he didn't clear my name, I was doomed..... DOOOMED! Forget about being killed by the main leads, forget about the hard mode, I was simply just doomed.

I had to figure something out, and fast.

Physician: He's burning up with fever. He needs rest and proper care.

Guard: Should we inform the queen?

Physician: Not yet. Let's stabilize him first.

I watched them work, my anxiety growing by the second. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. I needed Callisto awake. Without him, I was out of options. Besides that, I basically threw a bucket of dirty water on him... I was basically the reason why he collapsed and no one was questioning why he was wet. 

Maybe they didn't care.

I mean... the physician is just leaving him on his own right there.

Please, let him be okay. I need him to be okay.

The physician finally stepped back, looking somewhat relieved.

Physician: There is nothing I can do for him, he just needs rest.

What a lunatic!

You didn't even try!

Gosh dang it!

Does no one know hot to handle a goddamn fever here?

I bit my lip, trying to calm the storm inside me. I had to stay focused. I had to figure out what I would do next. For now, all I could do was wait and hope Callisto would recover quickly. Because my life depended on it and I would probably start to try and take care of his sickly body right now. It was my fault after all... well kinda... a bit. I just felt bad and this would help make me feel better.