"The will must be stronger than the skill."
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Heaven decided to do something productive with her time, even though her parents had asked her to rest and not think about her goal to become a ruler for a while. She understood their concern, but she couldn't just rest and do nothing. She was becoming restless and thinking of things that only made her feel more worried.
The feeling of sickness returned, and she thought of doing something quickly to distract herself. She touched her necklace to call Ilyas. It didn't take long for him to materialize into her room.
"Lady Heaven." He greeted.
"Ilyas, how are you?"
"I am doing alright, my Lady." He looked at her carefully as if trying to see is she was alright as well.
She smiled at him. "I was thinking of going out and I need you to go with me."
He just nodded. He was a man of very few words.
Heaven wanted to see what the world outside looked like and how people lived. As a ruler in the future, she needed to know her people.
Ilyas knew the outside world and showed her around. He took her to different villages, and she got to see how people lived. Some lived comfortably and others made her heart ache in pain. She witnessed old people and children without homes or decent clothes. She gave them all she had, but she knew more people like them still existed and needed help.
Ilyas noticed her worry and spoke, "there will always be poverty somewhere. You can't save everyone."
Heaven knew that, but she wanted to save as many as she could. She already has a plan, something her teacher taught her about society structure that would help the helpless. She would have to visit him to learn more.
Ilyas then took her to the market. He explained to her how trades worked and what the prices of different items were. This was the first time Heaven walked outside feeling unafraid. With the mark, she knew Zamiel would sense if anything happened to her. It was a bond she didn't have with her parents. They could never sense if she was in danger.?Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #’s-son_14205835806705305/chapter-88_51867024283986643 for visiting.
Speaking of bond she looked at the ribbon tied around her wrist. Ilyas noticed it but didn't say anything. Heaven wondered if he knew something.
"Do you know about the ribbon?" She asked as they walked.
"You got married." He said simply.
He knew!
"How did you know?" She asked.
"I only guessed. My parents were different. They didn't only mate, they also got married, and that is how they did it."
Heaven was fascinated. Usually the mating was the marriage in the demon world, but his parents also got married the human way.
"That was thousands of years ago. It is not how you get married today." He pointed.
He was right. According to today's laws and traditions, she wasn't married to Zamiel. Being a princess only added extra rules to how she should get married. If people knew about her relationship with Zamiel, it would be scandalous. Her reputation would be ruined together with her family's reputation. Ilyas probably wondered why she got married this way, but it was embarrassing to tell.
She removed the ribbon from her wrist, not knowing who else could know. She didn't want to have to explain to anyone. But thinking about her and Zamiel brought a heavy feeling to her chest. As if something was squeezing her heart, making it unable to beat rhythmically. She felt sick again and breathing became difficult.
The feeling refused to go away as they walked around discovering new places. At one point Heaven couldn't ignore the nausea that built up, so she ran around a corner and threw up. From the corner of her eye she could see Ilyas standing next to her but not looking at her, which she was thankful for. Once her stomach felt empty and she felt more at ease, Ilyas reached inside his pocked and gave her a handkerchief.
"Thank you." Heaven said taking it away and wiping her mouth.
She took a moment to just stand still and recover. What was wrong with her?
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