Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Awake?" Sal's tone was very flat, as if the person in his arms who had been unconscious for a whole week had just taken a nap.

But the dark circles under his eyes and the stubble on his chin all told others how distressed he had been during the past few days.

The day after their wedding night, he left the imperial capital with the sleepy Xie Wei. However, their convoy had not gone far when the person wrapped in a quilt in the carriage began to feel hot all over.

The accompanying doctor tried every possible means, but only managed to reduce Xie Wei's high fever for a while, but it soon returned.

Afterwards, the team's magician took action, but the effect was not much better than the doctor's method.

For a whole week, Xie Wei had recurring high fever and was completely unable to eat. He could only take in a little water. The illness took away the little flesh that was already on his body.

He looked like he would break if touched.

Seeing that their lord had a gloomy face all day long, the accompanying retainers tacitly avoided the lord who was in a bad mood. However, some of them often left the team on the road and came back after a while with some strange tonics.

But none of these things could be fed into the mouth of their lord's partner, because the lord's partner was so sick that he could not swallow anything except water.

This Imperial Rose was very delicate, and everyone knew what happened on her wedding night, but they had never seen a case of someone falling unconscious after such a union.

Some retainers felt that it might not be entirely the Prince's fault, but it might be that their lord was too beastly.

After all, the guards standing outside the door said that there was a lot of noise inside, but they did not hear the little prince's voice all night. Given the strong possessiveness their lord had shown in recent days, they suspected that the lord had blocked the little prince's mouth in order to prevent others from hearing the little prince's voice.

When you think about it this way, it makes sense why the little prince is so seriously ill.

Xie Wei looked at the person who was talking to him, and it took him a while to realize that this person was his new partner.

"Where am I now..."

The dry and sore throat made it difficult for Xie Wei to speak, and he didn't know if it was the sequelae of the medicine he drank before, but his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat and could not be heard unless you got close.

Sal took the kettle from the closet, poured some water into Xie Wei's mouth, and then replied.

"We have been away from the Imperial Capital for seven days. We will probably enter the town tonight."

After Xie Wei finished a glass of water, he wanted to drink more, but Sal had no intention of refilling his cup. He stared at the kettle and pursed his lips.

He was thinking about how to address Thrall. What would be a more appropriate name? At the wedding ceremony, the Archbishop called him Lord Thrall Pucas, the Guardian of the Far North.

Sal had no idea what Shevi was thinking. He was just about to put the kettle away and ask someone to bring in some food, but before he could move, someone gently grabbed his sleeve.

The person he was half holding in his arms tugged at his sleeve, his pale lips opening and closing to utter a weak sound.

"Lord Pucas, could you give me some more water?"

Sal took the kettle again and poured a glass of water to Xie Wei. After Xie Wei finished drinking, he stared deeply at the water marks at the corners of Xie Wei's mouth.

Xie Wei was wondering why the man was looking at him like that, when his upper body was suddenly lifted up a little by someone's back, and then he felt a hot breath coming towards him.

Sal kissed the little prince who was powerless to resist in his arms. His movements were much gentler than before. Perhaps he really listened to the doctor's words and did not treat his weak partner roughly anymore.

Xie Wei, whose eyes were wet and his whole body was weak after being kissed in this way, grabbed Sal's clothes and left deep wrinkles.

"I think you should understand that we are already each other's partners. The oath we made in front of the goddess statue cannot be violated. From now on, you and I are inseparable and the closest people to each other. You should call me by my name instead of calling me Lord Pucas, His Highness the Imperial Rose Shiavi. You are mine now."

The hot breath and the deep voice sprayed behind Xie Wei's ears. Sal's tone was gentle as if he was coaxing a young and ignorant child, but the powerful hand that grabbed Xie Wei's lower back reached under his clothes and rubbed back and forth in a very threatening manner.

Xie Wei was trapped in the man's arms, unable to move. A chill rose from the bottom of his heart with the man's movements.

The words "I don't belong to anyone" that were on the tip of his tongue were forced to be swallowed back. He relaxed his body, closed his eyes, and used silence to express his resistance.

Ryan, who had prepared food and potions when he learned that Shiavi had woken up, stood quietly by the carriage door. He thought that he should not disturb his two masters now, but his frail new master obviously could not continue to starve like this.

Perhaps he and Ryan had the same idea, so Sal temporarily let go of his stubborn young partner and opened the door of the carriage to let Ryan bring the things in.

But before the car door opened, he hugged Xie Wei facing him, with Xie Wei's face completely buried in his chest, and then covered Xie Wei's back with a blanket.

What Ryan saw when he brought the things in was that his lord was holding the prince, who was covered from head to toe with a blanket so that not even a hair was exposed, in his arms possessively.

Having followed Thrall for many years, Ryan understood his master very well at this moment. The evil dragon would behave like this when it had just snatched its beloved treasure. It would not tolerate anyone's eyes falling on its treasure, not even for a moment.

Xie Wei closed his eyes and thought about his current situation. He had no experience in socializing in his previous life, and he didn't know whether he liked men or women. Perhaps because he had no family since he was a child, it was difficult for him to put his feelings on anyone other than himself.

He seemed to be born cold, without many desires, and had never had a partner in his previous life.

He couldn't say that he was extremely disgusted with what happened that night. If the other party had been more gentle, he could even have regarded it as a reasonable way to vent his desires.

But Thrall's catharsis was not a reasonable one. The whole process was a one-sided torture for him. In a trance, he even felt that he would be torn into pieces and eaten by the other party.

Since he woke up, no part of his body felt comfortable, whether it was the lip that was bitten that night, or the delicate skin that was tortured, or the body that was bent too much, all of which still retained unbearable pain for him.

It was okay to be unconscious when I was in a coma, but now that I'm awake, the injuries on my body are hard to ignore.

Sal took the blanket away and was about to feed Xie Wei when he noticed that his brows were furrowed as if he was enduring some pain.

"Lian, get the doctor here right now!"

He opened the car window quickly, gave an order to Ryan outside the window, and then laid Shevi flat on the soft bed.

This carriage is a luxurious mobile castle specially built by the Emperor of the Heisedon Empire for the "Imperial Rose". There is a space magic circle in the carriage. From the outside, it looks like a normal carriage, but inside is a scaled-down bedroom, and the layout is similar to the room where Xie Wei lived on his wedding night.

After all, he is the most "favored" youngest son. In order to allow the sick little prince to follow his new husband back to the territory smoothly, what does a carriage mean?

As long as Xie Wei arrives safely in the Far North, the deal between Sal and the Emperor will be reached, and any problems that arise afterwards will have nothing to do with the Empire.