Chapter 95. The Military Demands

With a disturbed emotion, Prince Dreksil went to where Izabella was sleeping.

Izabella's frail voice uttered, "Hey..." She gazed at his face intently, never taking her gaze off it. She realized he was pondering something serious. "Dreksil..."

When the Prince heard his name, he immediately cleared his face, and a smile spread across his features. When he saw Izabella, he rushed to be by her side.

Jokingly, he remarked, "You seemed to be improving where your loyalty should be." His hand held hers. 

"How can you explain that?" Izabella assured him, "I am always on your side." 

He remarked, "I adore hearing my name on your lips." He traced the outline of her lips with his finger. My emotions are so happy right now."

She gave him a knowing gaze, laughed softly, and sat up.

"You shouldn't be up," Prince Dreksil said. "You were running a high fever and finally over it, but you need rest."

"But I'm perfectly alright," she protested. "I real