I followed what Rufus told me. I immediately lay on the bed and cover myself with two thick blankets. In just five minutes, I feel my body started to sweat profusely.

Rufus then entered the room with the heating pad. He closes the doors and nods his head approvingly at me. He then walks closer to my bed and checks my temperature by putting his hands on my forehead.

He nods his head. "You're temperature is hotter than the usual temperature of the body." He looks at my face and nods his head. "Your face is already starting to flushed now. Continue what you are doing. I made a heating pad here. Three heating pads so you can put them in other parts of your body. Here," Rufus puts a heating pad on my forehead.

I immediately winced when the hotness of the pad touched my skin. Rufus then puts the other heating pad on my neck.

"Can you handle the hotness?" Rufus asked worriedly.

I just gently nod my head at him. "I can handle this. Anyways, what is Prince Fraser doing right now?"

Rufus takes my two hands and lets me hold the heat pad before he looks at me to answer my question. "I actually met him after I leave your room. He is actually about to check on you. It's a good thing Sir Farren call him to do some sword fighting. They are now on the training ground. They will be back at five o'clock. We need to rush things because for sure Prince Fraser will check on you before six in the evening."

I hold the heat pad on both my hands. "Hmm. We definitely need to rush things. But Rufus, can I ask you another favor?"

Rufus raised his eyebrow at me. "Favor? Csille, I will help you as much as I can, but please don't involve me in things I cannot handle. You also know that my hands are tight, right?"

I understand his concern. Everyone knows that Rufus is the forgotten Prince of the Vrawyth, and even if he is older than Prince Fraser, he doesn't have much say on anything, especially if it concerns Prince Fraser.

"It's nothing big, actually. Remember, the Great Ruler is expecting three guests for tonight. With me backing out suddenly, we cannot immediately inform the Great Ruler of my illness. So, the guards are still expecting three guests to arrive. With how strict the security around the Ruler Laird's residence, I don't think the two of them, Prince Fraser and Sir Farren, can enter the gate."

Rufus frowns. "I don't think I'll like what you will going to say next." Rufus shakes his head in disapproval.

I pout and show my most pitiful face to Rufus. "Please, you need to accompany them. Rufus, please help me with this one. I promise I'll treat you tomorrow. Just please help me tonight."

I initially don't plan to send anyone and just let Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee go on their own. However, I realized how can I know what will happen between them if I don't have eyes. And since Rufus is willing to help me, it wouldn't hurt to send a spy.

Although, I am still hurting by the idea that Prince Fraser and Princess Paislee will be together. But, I need to know the progress in their relationship. I need to know if what I am doing tonight is paying off. And how can I do that if I didn't know what will happen tonight?

Rufus sigh and mess his head out of frustration. He then groans at me. "If you're only not my friend, I wouldn't help you."

I smile widely at Rufus. "Thank you, Rufus! I really love you!"

Rufus looks at me with wide eyes, and I just stare at him with a confused look. What? Did I say something wrong? Why is he looking at me like that?

I tried to recall what I have said, and my eyes widen too when I realized how my words sound. I put the heating pad down and waved my hand at him. "Please, don't misunderstand. What I mean is, I love you as a friend."

Rufus looks at me straight in the eyes for a couple of minutes before he smirks at me. He then shakes his head. "You love me, huh?" He asked teasingly.

I pout at Rufus. "Hey, don't tease me! I told you, don't misunderstand my words. I love you as a friend, okay?" I wave my hands at him before I take the heat pad to my hand. Hmm, it is so warm.

I feel my whole body getting hotter and hotter every minute. It's probably because of the chilies I ate and the thick clothing and the blanket covering me.

Rufus just laughs at me. "You're really cute when you're like that Purplany."

I frown at him. What's cute about my current situation? I look like a burrito now, and he's telling me I look cute? Does he have problems with his eyes?

I rolled my eyes at him. "How can I look cute? Can't you see me? I look like a total mess right now."

Rufus shakes his head and puts a strand of my hair behind my ears. "What are you saying? You look like a mess? You don't. You don't know how you look right now. Csille, why do you need to grow up like this? It...."

I frown. I couldn't hear what he is saying in the end because he just whispered it. What is it all about? "What are you saying? Can you not whisper? I cannot hear you."

Rufus shakes his head and just smiles at me. "Nothing, I said. I'll check what is happening downstairs. I'll get back here to check on you. Just continue what you are doing. And if Prince Fraser checks on you, pretend that you are really cold. That's why you are covering yourself with two thick blankets. Also, don't forget to act like your shivering to make it more believable, okay?"

I just smile at him and close my eyes. I heard Rufus close the door, and I sigh. For the sake of the safety of everyone. You need to do this, Ysavel!

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I open my eyes and found myself inside a ruined building. It looks like a war happened, and this building is the witness of that bloody war. I could still see some blood prints all over the place.

Where am I? I look around, but all I can see are blocks of cement and nothing else. It also didn't help how dark the place is. If not for the moonlight lighting the place, I wouldn't probably see anything.

I walk around the building, but even after walking for half an hour now, I still couldn't see the exit.

I started to panic. I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I'm afraid of darkness. Right now, the moon is lighting the whole place. But what if the clouds covered the moon? How can I even survive inside this ruined building?

I am about to turn to a corner when I see someone standing a few meters away from me. I squint my eyes, trying to see if it's a person.

"Hello? Who are you? Do you know where am I? Are you lost too?"

I wait for the person to reply, but the person remains standing there. It's as if she didn't hear my questions. I frown. I couldn't see if the person is a woman or a man because the place that person is standing is too dark.

"Hello? Can't you hear me? Are you deaf?"

I wait for another minute for the person to respond, but the same as before, the person stands still.

I am about to walk closer to her, but the moon lights the place where the person is standing.

My eyes widen immediately in joy. She's a woman. She's wearing a purplish medieval gown with sleeves that are elbow length and have cut square neckline. It also has gold embroidery all over the gown. The skirt is supported by panniers, and it reached staggering girth.

Her gown is beautiful, but one thing that attracts my attention is the color of the woman's hair. It's purple! Like how Csille's hair does.

I look at my own hair, and I frown even more when I realized that my hair returns to black, just like how Ysavel's hair is.

What is happening?

The lady suddenly moves, and she faces me. My eyes widen, and I immediately take a step back when I realized who is standing in front of me.

It's Csille! It's Csille Lauretré! But how? Why?

Csille looks at me. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" She snaps at me.

I shake my head at her as a response. What is happening? Why is Csille Lauretré in front of me? If she is in front of me? Then what about me? What will happen to me now?

Csille frowns at me, and she crosses her arms. "Are you mute? Why don't you talk? I am talking to you. Why can't you talk? Do your even know who am I?" She then looks at me from head to toe before she laughs. "Oh, I'm sure you don't know about me. With how strange you look. I bet you're just a poor homeless person on the street." She laughs again while looking at me mockingly.

I look at myself, and I frowned when I realized I am wearing a modern clothing. A simple shirt, a pair of jeans and a sneakers. But how come I am wearing this clothing again? What is happening?

Csille takes a step closer to me. "You don't know who am I, right? Then I'll introduce myself so you won't be ignorant the moment you see me again." Csille takes a pause and smirks at me. "I am Csille Lauretré, the only daughter of the Count of the Vrawyth Kingdom. I am also the fiancée of the Crown Prince. Do you know what it means? I am the future Queen of the Vrawyth Kingdom. So, remember that."

I almost rolled my eyes at her remarks. Csille as the Queen of the Vrawyth Kingdom? She must be dreaming. With her attitude? Does she think she's the female lead of the story?

Csille glares at me with my silence. "Why are you just staring at me? Haven't you heard what I said? I am the future Queen of the Vrawyth Kingdom, the most powerful Kingdom in all of the Kingdoms. Why aren't you bowing your head at me? You lowly peasant!" Csille tried to raise her hand at me, but I immediately caught her hand.

Csille frowns even more with what I've done. "What are you doing? Let me go? Who gave you the right to touch me? You lowly peasant! Get your filthy hands from me."

I just look at her. I now understand why in the end, Prince Fraser eventually ends up hating her. It's because of her attitude. She thinks everyone is below her just because she is the Count's daughter or because she is the fiancée of the Crown Prince.

I smile at her. "Why are you so sure that Prince Fraser will choose you in the end?"

I'm still not sure what is happening, but I couldn't bear the attitude of Csille Lauretré. Does she think she is something special? If not because of her father or because of Prince Fraser, does she think she can be something in this world?

Csille glare at me. "You peasant!" She tried to take her hand away from me, but I didn't let her. "I am the fiancée of Prince Fraser. We were betrothed to each other, and Prince Fraser has one word. He wouldn't back down on something he already said yes." Csille smirks at me.

I smirk at her in return. "Does he really said yes, or he just doesn't have any other choice but to say yes?"

Csille snaps at me. "What do you mean? Prince Fraser definitely loves to be engaged with me. You're probably just envious of me." Csille laughs at me.

I am about to answer her when the walls of the ruined building suddenly tremble. My eyes immediately widen when I realized that the wall is falling towards us.