Time Travelling: My Love from the Royal Family

Harper's eyebrows knitted. She tapped on the table as usual and Zack said nothing. He suspected that regular ways of communication might expose the news. Whenever some important news came up, they always chose this way of communication, because no one could decrypt their behaviors.

Zack translated Harper's message and memorized it. The army in the north domain was the most important part of their plan. If the army in the north domain was in trouble, the Black Flag Army would have a hard time dealing with it on its own. Now the forces in the court, under the leadership of Jason and Francis, were divided into two factions. The force that used to support the deposed Felix had shrunk and soon, the hidden force of the court would be in the light.

"Your Highness, Lord Zack, we arrived at Prince Francis' mansion." Andy's voice came from outside the carriage. Harper and Zack shared a look at each other. The latter then jumped down from the carriage and helped Harper get off.

"Let's check on Francis. He's always ill. It's rather worrying."

Harper thought Francis might have been poisoned again. He had been in and out of the palace, and it wasn't difficult for the emperor to poison him there. Harper checked his pulse, but his condition was much worse than expected.

"Harper, how is His Highness?" Zack asked at once upon seeing her frown.

Harper shook her head and asked, "Where is Owen?"

"Your Highness, I'm here," Owen answered quickly.

"Tell me. What did he eat and what did he do recently?" Harper felt the situation rather tricky, and repro

was having a fever again.

Francis' condition was abnormal. In normal circumstances, his fever should have already subdued. The pills and the physical cooling method should have helped him.

Harper put her hand on Francis' forehead and said, "It's strange. How come I cannot control his fever?"

"Mother." Suddenly, Francis grabbed Harper's hand and held her in his arms. "Mother, I'm afraid. Please don't leave me." Harper tried to pull her hand back.

But he was gripping her arm. She looked around and found that Owen had disappeared and only she and Francis were left in the room.

"Francis, you're mistaken. I'm not your mother. Let go of me!"

However, Francis didn't let her go. Instead, he pushed her towards him and made her fall on his body. Francis held her arm possessively and murmured, "Mother, they are not playing with me."

Looking at Francis, who was still unconscious, Harper kept her body a little away from him. She was immersed in various thoughts about Francis. He had been feeble since he was five years old, and other princes and princesses didn't want to play with him at all. He lived alone in his palace, and no one cared about him except his mother, Sherry, who visited him every day. No friends, no childhood. All his childhood memories were about medicine, pain and the sickbed.

"Okay, I am not going. You can go to sleep. I'll be here with you." Francis was relieved after hearing her soft voice. He stretched his brows, but was still grabbing her arms as if he was worried that she would disappear once he loosened his grip.