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Leandro wanted to stay in that position a little longer. It made him feel that she would be safe, somehow. 

It seemed like she also felt the same way, as she nuzzled her head in his chest, making him feel warmer inside.

Just then, a messenger from outside the Royal Chancery announced, "The carriage is ready, your Majesty."

Leandro glanced at the door, knowing that his blissful moments were only for a split minute. He must go back to being the King. 

But he was having a hard time letting go of Lady Aisha in his arms. Her soft body makes him want to spend a few more minutes with her. Her rhythmic breaths and her female human scent were like a natural aphrodisiac to his flesh. 

Indeed, he was physically captivated by her. But it seemed like it was not only his body but his soul as well. 

'If only, I could make her immortal, too.'

With that thought, he immediately shook his head. A memory that he wanted to forget flashed through his mind. 

"It's all right, your Majesty," Lady Aisha pulled away. "You need to tell them about the cure, right? We still have a lot of time," she added in an understanding tone as she glanced up at him with her doll-like eyes.

'A lot of time? How long is a lot of time for a human? 80 years? 90 years?' He gulped as his throat suddenly felt painful. He gazed at her then youthful appearance, which he knew would change as the years go by.

He wondered if she would have the same cheerful demeanor with her failing body 60 years from now. Will she be able to dance as she did on their wedding day? Will she be able to see the beauty of Gaea with that childish amazement when he first saw her?

Leandro suddenly felt the urge to shrink back from being emotionally attached to her. If he continued to do so, he might get to the point where he could make a grave mistake just to extend her life and would eventually lose Gaea.

"Your Majesty?" Lady Aisha asked again, now in a worried tone. "Are you all right?"

He drew in a deep breath as he shook his head. He must have been thinking too

much about this. He nodded his head in agreement as he called the messenger in. 

He gave the letter to him and gave an instruction to send it as quickly as possible to the nobles on the list that he also gave him.

When he turned back, he saw that Lady Aisha was sitting at the couch near the bookshelf with her eyes closed. 

Her usually pink lips looked pale, as also was her complexion. Her forearm was on her forehead as she grimaced while taking in a lungful of air.

His forehead scrunched up as he walked back to her in long strides. "Are you feeling well, my lady?"

Lady Aisha slowly nodded her head. 

"Yes, your Majesty. I just feel a little dizzy. It's just probably my guts complaining. I didn't eat dinner last night and I skipped breakfast today. Plus, I tried gardening work a while ago. Maybe I just need to feed them," her pallid white lips grinned at him. 

Seeing her like that reminded him again of what he was just thinking about just a while ago. Truly, humans have physical limitations. He wanted to detach himself from her so his convictions wouldn't be swayed by his sympathy. 

But seeing her suffering because of the weakness of her form makes him want to be by her side all the more. He didn't want her to endure her weaknesses by herself.

He pressed her cold, clammy hand and transferred some of his powers to her. 

But it was only enough to make her feel comfortable. He didn't want to mask the underlying condition of her body. 

Fortunately, her complexion seemed to return to its original color.

He then responded, "Wait here." He then went outside to ask the female servants to bring the food from the Dining Hall to the Royal Chancery. He also called for the Royal Physician.

Then he went back to Lady Aisha, who was gazing at her in a weak state. 

"We would eat our breakfast here at the Royal Chancery. So just rest until the servants arrive," he told her as he put the back of his hand to her neck to see if she had a fever. 

Fortunately, she has none. 

"You don't have to do this, your Majesty," Lady Aisha stood up from reclining and was about to stand up. But Leandro pulled her back.

"Stay here until the royal physician has arrived. That is a command," Leandro said in a firm voice, making Aisha relax and heaved out a sigh. 

"Forgive me, Your Majesty. You can go now. I know you have a lot to do," Aisha said in a weak voice. 

As she said that, Leandro recalled that he indeed had some tasks to do for the day. But how could he leave seeing her like this?

"I will go as soon as I confirm with the royal physician that you are all right," he decided before sitting beside her and waited with her.

As they did so, Aisha glanced at him with a weak smile. 

"Thank you for your concern for me, Your Majesty. I'm not used to being chosen over other important responsibilities," her voice broke as she said that. "This is the kind of Chosen One version that I like," she jested around, but it sounded sincere. 

Leandro didn't know if it was because of her illness or if it was a part of her emotional heartaches in the past.

To be honest, he didn't know why his feet were very heavy to leave. He knew the value of his presence in the agendas that he needed to go to today.

But still, he chose to stay and be with her. It was as if her health was more important than his schedule for the day, surprising him as well.

"You will get used to it, my lady," he said with a warm tone as he gazed at her with empathy in his eyes.

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No amount of money or success can replace the time you spent with your loved ones especially in their time of nee