Maybe Kyle should have redirected his worry elsewhere.
Because while the Imperial Crown Prince somehow looked eerily fine, someone else was most definitely not having such a grand time.
Even sharing the same surname didn't guarantee equal treatment.
While one young Kyros was peacefully resting from the exhaustion, another Kyros had woken up through sheer instinct.
The instinct of a husband who just knew his wife was watching.
And judging.
With that look that screamed "couch."
Duke Leander, realizing he had once again woken up in the medical bay, could only croak out weakly, "What…happened?"
Duchess Amelia's eyes narrowed, her arms crossed, her voice smooth and sharp all at once.
"Which part are you asking about?" she replied coldly. "About your son, or about how you fainted again and almost triggered a round two of that entire ordeal?"
Leander jolted upright, his eyes wide and his head suddenly spinning from the abruptness.
"?!"
