Nicholas slowly opened his eyes, his surroundings coming into focus. He found himself in a hospital room, its pristine white walls adorned with paintings that exuded a sense of calm and serenity. The room was spacious and well-equipped, befitting a facility of exclusive standards.As Nicholas glanced down, he noticed the thin tube connected to his arm, leading to a drip that was steadily delivering fluids into his system. The faint beeping of medical equipment filled the air, serving as a constant reminder of his current situation.His gaze shifted, and he saw his father, William, sitting beside his bed, his face etched with concern and relief. The sight of his father brought a sense of comfort amidst the confusion that clouded Nicholas's mind."Dad?" Nicholas's voice was weak, a mere whisper as he struggled to speak.William's eyes widened with surprise and joy. "Nicholas, you're awake!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with a mix of emotions. "You're in the hospital, son. You coll

Preparations for Nicholas's departure to find the antidote for his poison were underway. The room buzzed with activity as servants gathered necessary supplies, while Nicholas organized his thoughts and intentions. William observed the commotion with a mixture of concern and disbelief.His expression turned to shock as Nicholas declared that he would be joining Hans on the journey."Nicholas, you can't be serious!" William exclaimed, his voice filled with a combination of worry and frustration. "You're already in a delicate state of health. Venturing out in search of a cure is far too risky. You should be resting, conserving your energy."Nicholas's face hardened with determination as he met his father's gaze. "Resting won't save me, Father. I refuse to sit idly by while the poison consumes me from within. I have to take matters into my own hands. Hans and I will find a way to save my life, no matter the cost."William's concern deepened, and he took a step closer, his voice tinged w

Nicholas stood on the balcony of the grand hotel, gazing out across the sprawling city of Valeria. The streets below painted a bleak picture, with dilapidated buildings and worn-out infrastructure. The city seemed to wear the scars of poverty and crime prominently.The atmosphere was heavy with an air of desperation and survival. Criminal activities were the only means for many to make a living around here.The sight of Valeria's crime-ridden streets reminded Nicholas of the state his own country had been in during Harry's reign. It pained him to witness such hardship and suffering once again, knowing the toll it took on the innocent lives caught in the crossfire.Nicholas turned to face Yumi, who stood patiently beside him, her eyes filled with a mixture of concern and determination."Yumi," Nicholas began, his voice tinged with a hint of urgency, "tell me more about the current president of Alora. I want to understand the man who has held power for thirty long years, subjecting

Nicholas stood frozen in the doorway, his hands balled into tight fists. Anger coursed through his veins, fueled by the overwhelming sense of guilt that washed over him. Guilt for not protecting Mrs. Abigail, for not foreseeing the danger that lurked in the shadows. His failure had cost an innocent life, and the weight of that responsibility settled heavily upon his shoulders.As the realization sank in, another wave of despair washed over Nicholas. The hope for his own cure, the one thing that had driven him to confront President Devereaux, now seemed distant and unattainable. The darkness of his thoughts threatened to consume him, his entire being engulfed in a vortex of anger, guilt, and despair.Yumi and Hans stood by his side, their own grief and shock palpable. They trembled in the presence of Nicholas's aura, his anger radiating from him like a suffocating storm. They had never witnessed him like this before, and the gravity of his rage filled the room, drowning out any

The next day, Nicholas arranged a meeting with President Devereaux, seeking more information about Mrs. Abigail and the circumstances surrounding her death. They met in Devereaux's office, a somber atmosphere hanging in the air.Devereaux's face bore the weight of disappointment as he spoke, his voice tinged with frustration. "Your Majesty, I regret to inform you that despite our efforts, we have been unable to locate the killer responsible for Mrs. Abigail's death. It seems they have vanished without a trace."Nicholas remained silent, his anger from the previous day replaced by a sense of calm determination. He stood near the window, gazing out at the city below, lost in his thoughts.As Devereaux saw Nicholas lost in contemplation, he began to feel a growing unease. Bowing before Nicholas, he pleaded, "Your Majesty, I implore you to give us more time. We are doing everything within our power to find the perpetrator."Nicholas turned his attention back to Devereaux, his gaze ste