The festival to celebrate Beast King’s successful rut was finally over after five days, and the new year had just started.
Winter was getting colder than before, and it was torturous for Swan whose body was getting weaker and weaker.
Today she stayed in the bathroom for a long time, at least longer than usual. Not for bathing, but because she felt nauseous.
"Ugh... What’s wrong with me?" Swan asked herself as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She had been feeling ill for two days. She got nauseous, weak, and even somewhat feverish, but it only lasted a few hours in the morning.
The nausea would disappear around brunch time, but she would feel fatigued all day. Of course, she tried her best not to show any sign of fatigue or illness in front of her husband, fearing that Gale would panic since he seemed to be overly concerned about her.
’Maybe the winter cold is just too much for me. I should drink more tea and eat more to fight the sickness,’ Swan told herself as she washed her face with warm water on the basin. She stared at her reflection again.
Usually, she would avert her gaze from the mirror because Aria always called her ugly or disgusting, but not anymore. She had grown confident over her appearance, especially when she realized that she had been putting up some weight, so her sunken cheeks were a bit chubbier and rosier.
Gale kept mentioning that he liked her when she had such rosy cheeks. It encouraged her to eat a bit more than before.
Unfortunately, her face didn’t show a good expression. Each morning had become difficult for her who experienced nausea and sometimes vomiting.
"Princess, are you alright?" Myra asked from outside the door. "Do you need me to call the doctor?"
"No, I’m fine. I’m about to finish soon," Swan replied. She had been telling the cat maids to keep calling her Princess in private despite Gale already claiming that Swan was the Queen of the Kingdom of Beastmen. She just felt more comfortable that way, as she still felt she didn’t deserve the title just yet.
Swan walked out of the bathroom with her crutches, and when she opened the door, the cat maids were already standing in front of her with worried eyes.
"Princess, you took almost an hour inside. We also heard the sound of you retching. Are you sure that you are alright?" Myra asked again.
"I can call the doctor now, Princess."
"No, don’t call the doctor. It’s no big deal," Swan refused. "I think the cold has gotten into me. I should eat and drink more. Oh, and don’t tell His Majesty about this. You know he gets concerned over small things."
The cat maids wanted to refute that, because the Beast King usually didn’t care about anything other than his wife. It made sense for him to be overly concerned when Swan was the most important person in his life.
"Hm... then I will ask him later. He has a lot on his plate, making sure that Holy Achate could survive after the trade ban during a harsh winter. So, we shouldn’t stress him out over my condition. This is just a cold at worst." Swan chuckled. "I don’t want him to run back to the castle just to check on me over a cold." freewebnoveℓ.com
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