So, it was decided and both Arnold and Anatalia watched over Lexa.
But soon, Anatalia was called, and she had no choice but to leave Arnold's room.
Arnold seeing he was the only one remaining in the room now, finally moved closer to Lexa and observed the face of the sleeping girl.
He could see how she looked different when she was sleeping. She appeared gentle and more pretty during her sleep, and the Prince didn't know when a smile slowly creeped unto his striking face.
Arnold rested his back close to where Lexa was laying, and he gently shut his eyes.
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" My princess, you have to calm down. Am sure Prince Arnold didn't mean it that way, don't forget he is your mate and he belongs to only you," Belle's personal maid tried to calm Belle down.
She could feel how Belle was raging, and it freaked her out, but she was trying to put on a brave face.
" Arghhh! How can he care for that ordinary slave?! I hate her more now!"
Belle growled as she paced back and forth in her room. She hissed and angrily kicked something away on the floor. The Princess was so mad that it was evident on her face based on how flushed she was. She couldn't believe what Arnold did and a great sense of bitterness swept over her. She was green with envy and felt really humiliated by Arnold's actions.
" He was supposed to care about me!!" Belle tugged her hair coffee brown hair violently and stomped her feet on the marbled floor in her room.
Belle's personal maid flinched a bit and stepped away from Belle.
" Please Princess Belle, you have to take it easy."
Belle just hissed and crossed her arms together.
" Remember he is your mate and he is yours. He will surely realized his mistakes and come back to you," The maid assured Belle and nodded at her.
Those words seems to finally did something good as Belle's rising chest decreased, and she sat on the couch beside her fancy bed.
" You are right Fina, he is mine so there is no need to worry. He will surely come back to me but that still doesn't mean I won't make Lexa pay for the humiliation she caused me!"
Her tone changed into an alarming one, and she clenched her fists together.
She wouldn't let this go!
" Sure Princess Belle, she is your slave so you can do everything you wish to do for her...," The maid coincided with her master and grinned evilly.
Belle curled her lips and arched her brows, then she turned to the window side. Staring at the outside view but deep in her, she was planning something.
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A light cough was what woke up Arnold, and he knitted his brows a bit. Turning to his left side, he saw Lexa was tossing around the bed and she was fully covered with, sweats.
Now frowning deep with what he was seeing, he stood up and decided to placed a wet face towel on the crown of her head.
The Prince squeezed the face towel a little and folded it, then he gently placed it on her forehead. While he took another towel and begun to wipe her body.
In truth, Arnold has never done something like this, and he found himself trembling slightly with his current action, but he tried to calm himself.
As he was wiping Lexa's body and checking her temperature at the same time, the door opened a bit, but he was too engrossed in his action to the extent he couldn't sense someone was at his back.
Anatalia excused herself from the head of servants and left to attend to Lexa again.
Then, she ambled towards Arnold's room but when she was about to knock on getting to the door, she discovered the door was slightly ajar.
Her curiosity now grew, and she wondered what Arnold must be doing so quietly she bend her back and subtly peeked into the room.
Anatalia's expression turned into that of a stunned one, and she widened her mouth. She couldn't believe it!
A whole prince was wiping the body of a mere slave!
This has never been heard of!
It took her some seconds to recover herself, and she frowned. Different thoughts now starting to disturb her internally, but she wasn't pleased.
Why is the Prince acting so different towards Lexa?
Why is he so caring when it comes to Lexa?
Oh, this isn't a good sign.
She thought to herself and shook her head. The female servant made up her mind to discuss this with Lexa, once the girl was finally okay. She won't allow what she was thinking to come to reality.
Realizing she was going to get caught if she continues to peek inside the room, Anatalia straightened herself and changed her expression. She wouldn't want the Prince to suspect anything, then she knocked the door gently.
Arnold was already done with wiping Lexa's body, and he could see her breathing was finally stable. But he was still pondering on why Lexa was ill like this, knowing it was really rare for a werewolf to get sick as they possess a very strong immune system.
His thoughts was interrupted by the knock he heard and he turned his head towards the door, wondering who it might be.
" Come in," his bass voice resounded, and he saw a familiar figure entering his room.
" Prince Arnold," Anatalia greeted politely and bowed her head slightly as usual.
Arnold looked up at her and responded her greeting with a curt nod, before he turned back his attention to the girl sleeping peacefully.
"How is she doing?"
Anatalia didn't take a seat when she made her way into Arnold's room, as it was considered a disrespectful sign. Instead, she stood beside a wall and questioned Arnold.
" She is getting better," Arnold didn't face her, but he replied her calmly. His expression was readless which Anatalia was unable to detect anything.
Anatalia nodded and stared quietly at Lexa.
The next thing that enveloped the people in the room was absolute silence. It didn't matter to Arnold as his mind was thinking about something different but to Anatalia, the silence was something she couldn't take and it felt weird to her.
" I think I should go and warm the soup I brought, cause I can see it already cold now," Anatalia stepped forward and suggested. She thought this was a way to escape from the weird silence.
" Okay," Arnold nodded and agreed without looking at Anatalia.
Immediately, Anatalia took the tray of food she brought in earlier and sauntered out of the room.