The Princess And Her Alpha Bodyguard

29~ ANOTHER TROUBLE?

My heart was touched to see Edward cared about me. But literally, I felt like throwing up right now.

Why?

Because he carried me on his shoulder like a sack of grain.

Just thought about this scenario. I had a fever. My brain was already foggy as it was. Yet, he had to make me go upside down, making blood and breakfast rush to my head.

"Edward! Put me down this instant!" I yelled, hitting his back as strong as I could. I didn't want to make a scene on the training grounds. But since the scene was already made (with him carrying me like this), I saw no point in holding back.

"No. I'm taking you back to the room. You'll stay in bed and rest." He kept walking as if nothing was happening.

"I'm not going!"

"That's why I'm bringing you."

I groaned in frustration, though I wasn't sure if it was because of his stubbornness or my nausea. Still, whatever it was, it needed to stop.

"Mez! Help me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Mez!"

Although she wasn't here, she should be within the hearing range. I didn't know who else to call except her. She was the only one who could save me here.

"Hold it, Edward." Mez's voice was coming from afar.

I lifted my face to see she was running toward us. "Mez! Help me!" I raised my hands and waved at her, wishing she could be here faster.

Edward halted his steps and sighed, allowing Mez to catch up to us.

"What are you doing, Edward?" she asked.

"It's obvious, isn't it? I'm taking her out of here," said Edward in a nonchalant tone.

"We're in the middle of training. Why are you doing this?"

"Because she's sick. She can't train."

"Did she say that? If I remember clearly, Lae said she was done and insisted on training. And you were the one who approved it," said Mez in a stern voice.

"I approved it because I thought she was only suffering from a muscle ache. But now, she has a fever. Her body can't stand it."

"I can," I interrupted their conversation. "Mez, trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"No, you can't," said Edward.

"Yes, I can." I tried to look at him, but I only managed to see the side of his face from down there.

"Wait, Lae. You have a fever?" Mez turned to me.

"Not really. My body is only hotter than usual." I shook my head.

"That's the definition of a fever," said Edward.

I rolled my eyes, wondering if he would just shut up and let me talk in peace.

Mez sighed and massaged her temples. It was as if she didn't know how to handle it. "I can't believe this," she murmured.

"Please, Mez. Trust me. I know my own body. I can get off the bed and walk here. So, I'll be fine with training. I'm only learning archery, not running like yesterday. It doesn't need much strength. I can handle it." I implored Mez, hoping she would agree to my request.

"Are you sure about this?" she asked in a worried tone.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Fine," said Mez.

"What do you mean, 'fine'? There is nothing 'fine' about this." Edward said to Mez.

"Look, Edward. I know you have a higher status than me in the castle. But on this training ground, the authority lies with me. Gerold isn't here since he goes to the border with King Valdemar, so I'm in charge." Mez folded her hand across her chest. "So, as Lae's instructor, I want you to put my student down right now."

Way to go, Mez! I cheered for her inside my head.

"I understand Lae can be unreasonable. But why do you have to be like this, too?" asked Edward in an annoyed tone.

"It's you who is unreasonable. Do you think taking someone against her will is the right thing to do? Lae already stated her point. She knows her body well. If she says she can do it, then it means she can. Women's strength may be weaker compared to men, but our willpower isn't." Mez turned to me. "I believe in her."

"Thank you." I smiled at her. Then, I hit Edward's back and said, "Do you hear her? Now, put me down."

Without warning, he dropped me off, making my butt land on the ground. I bit my lips to stop a yelp from escaping my lips. Or rather, the urge to vomit. His movement was so fast and rough that it made me so queasy. I had to close my eyes to adjust to this.

"Are you okay?" asked Mez as she came to help me up.

I let her lift my body off the ground and took a deep breath. When the dizziness went away, I opened my eyes and turned to her. "I'm fine. Thank you."

"Are you sure you don't want to rest?" Her voice was full of worry.

"I don't." I shook my head. "Even if my body rests, my mind isn't. So, just let me be."

"If you say so. But make sure to tell me if you can't handle it anymore. Okay?"

"Okay." I nodded. Then I looked to where Edward was standing, wanting to reassure him that I'd be fine. But he was nowhere to be found.

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I didn't see Edward for half the morning. I wasn't surprised, though, since I was pretty sure he was mad at me. At lunch, I got some food on the plate and went to sit between Isleen and Mez.

"Is Thomas taking a day off today?" I asked Isleen.

"No." She shook her head. "He's here."

"But I didn't see him anywhere. Not since I came here."

"He went into the special training ground," said Isleen.

"A special training ground? What's that?" I frowned, wondering where that place was and what it was used for. I knew this was only my second day here. Still, I didn't see anything that stood out to be called special.

"It's where we trained our wolves," said Mez. "We practice swordsmanship and martial arts in the open air when we are in our human forms. But when we shift to practice our wolf's forms of combat, we need to stay in an enclosed space. In this way, there won't be a severe catastrophe if our wolves go out of control. Some of us, especially those who just reached the shifting age, have trouble controlling our own wolves. Trust me. You don't want to witness this."

"You're right. I don't think I want to." The memory of Thomas' welcoming popped up in my head. Although Thomas was in full control of his wolf's form back then, it was still one terrifying scene to see a giant wolf bolting toward me. I couldn't imagine this same thing happening again, but with him losing control.

"But he should've been here by now. That boy is never late for lunch," said Isleen as she craned her neck up to look for Thomas. "I hope everything is alright."

"Why wouldn't it be?" I looked at Isleen, wondering what could be the problem when Thomas was just training.

Suddenly, Mez stood up with an alarming look on her face. The force of her movement knocked off the glass of cranberry juice, making the dark red liquid—like the color of the blood—spill on the table. When I was about to ask her what was wrong, a panicked voice came from behind me.

"Miss Mez! We've got trouble!"

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