Cary's wagon moved steadily as it made its way towards the worst parts of the Capital.

In this region, peasants flooded the place at every corner, and not even the sight of a nobleman's carriage could be seen here.

Even middle and upper-class merchants chose not to wander about the place, as they don't want their reputations to be ruined.

One should know that this part of the city was the poorest region that everyone made fun of.

Those with high status could never be seen or caught dead here, just because it'll make others belittle men.

So for sure, the entire roads were filled with peas and carts and low-class merchant wagons instead.

These low-class merchants we're typically the ones that delivered rum and alcohol to the taverns, restaurants and inns here.

In short, even delivering Baymard's wine and other beverages, was their sole responsibility too.

Cary's wagon would stop everyone and then because since they were in a pleasant wagon, no one would give them room to pass, since they weren't using a noble or royal carriage.

Nope!

They had to fight their way through the busy roads, while budding heads with other peasants too.

Which sort of made Cary nervous, every time she came to the rendezvous spot.

When she usually used the royal carriage, all carriages and wagons would stop and let her pass.

But when there were no important carriages on the roads, the peasant and lower class wagons and carriages all moved in all directions all at once.

Which completely sacred her, as she saw some carriages coming from the left, right, sides and so on.

What the hell?

No wonder that a ton of accidents occurred daily.

Even as her wagon passed through, Cary could see several wrecked wagons and carriages on the roads and at the sides of the roads.

The entire place was a complete disaster.

And it was also at this point that she truly realized the importance of Baymard's stop signs and traffic police.

But we'll, since she was a royal, and would never typically go through these sort of scenarios often... She felt like she shouldn't care too much about it.

After all, was she the one who would get in these accidents?

No!

Then why should she care?

As her carriage moved, several pleasant continuously fought with them for the right to pass through.

"Who do you think you are?

Do you think that you're some sort of royal or something?

I came here first, so I'll be passing first?"

"Move aside now!

I have something important to do!"

"And what about me?

Do you think that I came here just to admire the roads?

Please get out!!"

"Are you asking for a beating?"

"Nah... I'm asking for food, Idiot.

Get out of the way!"

"_"

Time passed by very slowly (in Cary's opinion), and soon.... the wagon finally stopped in front of a very rowdy inn.

Stepping in, Cary's nostrils we're immediately tweeted with the strong scent of booze.

There were people drinking and splashing their beer everywhere while clicking their cups together.

Some people danced with some of the 'night' girls, who were there to service the men and make them spend more money and stay longer.

Other men arm-wrestled, do spit challenges and other things that they considered manly.

Cary moved with 3 of her men towards the reception area at the front.

As for her other guards, she had left them outside the inn to stand guard just in case of emergencies.

"Ahh... Waw!

It isn't every day that you see a girl willingly handle 3 men at once.

Good luck sister.

Your fortune is truly great!

But if you can't handle them all, just call any of us up and we will definitely help you out!" Said the receptionist, who was looking at the men behind Cary as if she would eat them up and moment from now.

Cary's face became distorted when she heard the remark but said nothing.

After all, she didn't want to blow her cover, even though the remark did make her want to kill the receptionist for thinking that she of all people was a sl**.

"Eh?

Sister..... So you already have a man waiting for you upstairs and you still want to add these 3 others to your menu?

Damn!

You are something else sister."

"Thank you," Cary said while trying to control the twitch in her eyes.

'Okay... So who are you here to see?"

"Mr. Harper!"

"Ahhh!.... You must be Miss Gwen.

Yes... Me. Harper has been expecting you.

Just go up the stairs to the third floor... And the third rusted wooden door to your right will be his room."

After sorting out her business with the receptionist, Cary... A.K.A Gwen... Immediately told the guards to wait a little further from the room that she was supposed to see Anthony in.

Of course, the guards had already brought Cary here for the past 2 years..... and the routine had never changed.

So with time, they had let down their guard slowly.

In addition to that, they didn't want to hear the Princess and Anthony's love sounds..... So it was only proper for them to stay guard around the stairs and ensure that those going up weren't suspicious.

Cary stood in front of her and knocked for a bit... And when she didn't get any response, she decided to try her luck by pushing the door.

Usually, Anthony would bolt the door until she arrived..... But now, for some reason, it wasn't bolted today.

Stepping into the room, at first, Cary thought that something was wrong.

But when she saw Anthony quietly sleeping on the bed..... She sighed from relief, bolted the door and took off her coat before making her way towards the bed.

She looked at her beloved warmly and giggled charmingly.

He was as still as a board, and didn't even flinch or move a bit when she came in.

She quickly concluded that she was probably tired and probably slept off while waiting for her to arrive.

Sitting on the corner of the bed, she gently pushed him in attempts to wake him up.

"Darling... Wake up... Your love is here."

"Darling... Darling?"

After 20 seconds of trying to wake him up, she unconsciously saw spots of blood on the sheets and was confused for a moment.

And after pushing Anthony to the side, she saw blood at the back of his head.

Numerous questions quickly flooded through her mind, as she thought of her beloved.

Immediately..... her eyes were filled with tears, and began shaking Anthony with all her might.

"Darling, Darling Wake up!

Please wake up!

Wake up!!!!"

"Miss Cary, I would suggest that you worry about yourself first... before crying over someone else."

"_"

F***!

Who the hell said that?