Several minutes passed, yet there was still no sound.
"Could something have happened? The marshal frequently suffers from stomach problems lately!" a servant reminded the butler.
Frederick frowned, his protective instincts overcoming etiquette. He pushed the door open without further ado, entered the room to find the outer chamber empty, and then immediately rushed into the bedroom.
But the moment he opened the door, Frederick regretted it and wanted to turn around to block the following servants and doctors; it was already too late.
Everyone's eyes widened as they saw two figures, a man and a woman, in the middle of the bed.
The marshal was lying on his side, a woman sleeping beside him, her head lowered and her hands tightly clutching the man's arm, both covered by a blanket.
Because of the man's bulky arm blocking the view, no one could clearly see the woman's face.
The group was dumbfounded, standing hesitantly in place, torn between leaving and staying.
