Chapter 148
Aaliyah
Hair still damp, I quickly blow-dried it before leaving my room with Enola for the throne room the following morning. According to what Enola had reported to me last night, there was another meeting today, even though we had just had one yesterday.
Just then, Piper appeared in front of us, bowing her head.
"Your Grace," she greeted. "The young prince is sick."
My brows furrowed, and I followed her into Kieran's room to find him lying on his bed. I sat down next to him, placing a hand on his forehead to feel his temperature—it was running hot.
The door opened, and I turned my head to see Hayley walking out of his bathroom with a wet towel.
"He's sick," she said, walking closer as she rubbed it on his forehead.
"Tell the guards to inform the family doctor that the prince is sick," I said.
Piper bowed her head and left.
I turned to Kieran, whose eyes were tightly shut as he breathed heavily.
