Being sick was never pleasant, but Xion had gotten used to it far too quickly.
Ever since that strange poison had wreaked havoc in his veins, his immune system had become embarrassingly fragile.
A single draft could send him into a coughing fit. A cold wind could ruin his perfectly working nose and lungs.
Somehow, he skipped the expected phase of envying the healthy and plunged straight into what could only be described as a hibernating phase.
It was almost as if his body had decided it was making up for every lost hour of rest in his life. That too — all at once.
And being with the Archduke came with its perks.
One of the most indulgent was that he could sleep however or wherever he wanted, and no one would try to wake him.
And certainly not Darius… who, for all his overbearing protectiveness, would scold the entire entourage of servants who dared to disturb his sleep.
Tonight was no different.
