The Mad Princess and the Dying Prince novel Chapter 87

Silvanus stirred from his slumber. He called out in response, throwing a thick tunic over his shoulders as he went to answer the door.

But the moment he opened it and saw Cecily standing there, a realization hit him. He stood frozen.

"Well?"

Cecily studied him. He didn't look like a man suffering from exhaustion.

Silvanus blinked, snapping out of his daze. "Last night, I slept better than I have in years."

"Truly?"

"Truly," he confirmed with a nod. He finally understood why she had marched over here; she had come specifically to check on his rest.

Cecily slapped her thigh in triumph.

It was a commoner's gesture, something she never would have dared do back in the royal palace, but her years at the Prince's Estate had allowed her to relax her rigid manners.

"By the gods! Lady Lucia is truly remarkable!"

She held out her hand. "Give me back the sachet."

Silvanus clutched at his pocket, fully understanding the situation now. "It wasn't a gift for me?"

It really was the sachet's doing! He hadn't checked inside the cloth pouch last night. Was it filled with some rare, sleep-inducing apothecary herb?

"Hand it over! A gift for you? You wish. Lady Lucia gave that to me. If you want one, you can go beg for it yourself."

In the end, Cecily ruthlessly snatched the sachet back.

Silvanus stood there, thoroughly bewildered. Did Lady Lucia know how to craft magical apothecary blends?

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