WHEN Nero came to be, he found himself lying on a bed. But it wasn't the kind with the soft mattress. He was pretty sure it was a hospital bed.
The first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Madam Hammock.
He scowled. Of course, since he was the real Crown Prince, His Majesty would order the Healing Sage herself to treat his minor wound.
"Neoma," Nero said in a croaked voice. "Where's my sister?"
"Prince Nero, please calm down," Madam Hammock said gently. "Princess Neoma hasn't woken up yet but she's receiving treatment at the moment."
He scoffed at that.
If Madam Hammock mentioned Neoma's name without qualms, that meant the only people present in the room were the ones who knew the royal secret.
Other than the Healing Sage, no one else was qualified to look after Neoma.
How dare His Majesty treat my poor little sister so badly even after all the things that she has done to protect my place?
