Chapter 271: Was it real? Or an illusion?
[FLASHBACK]
A faint groan was heard as Quentin opened his eyes. The second his vision cleared, the first thing he saw was a pair of purple eyes looking at him curiously.
Deep lines appeared between his brows before memories of moments ago flooded his mind.
Quentin quickly sat up in terror, touching his neck to check if it was still intact. Not long ago, he knew his head fell over his shoulders. Was he dreaming?
Noticing the observant eyes on him, he looked up at the person squatting beside him. Latrice still had this innocent look on her face, which differed from the look he saw when she came in.
"Uh." He cleared his throat, strangely, finding it hard enough to speak at the moment. He opened his mouth, and it took him a moment to find his voice.
"Latrice, you’re here. I apologize. I must’ve overworked myself and ended up losing consciousness," Quentin quickly recomposed himself, concealing a moment of weakness in front of her.
He might’ve detested her for looking at another man beside him, but he didn’t want to look weak. Quentin was the crown prince and thus, Latrice was still his subject. She might be his wife, but she was but a woman who came from unknown origin.
In other words, Quentin had to present himself with might and dignity. An image of the crown prince that his people could rely on and his enemies to fear.
With that thought in mind, Quentin was about to get up when he noticed Latrice was still looking. He faced her squarely, watching her innocent look remain, but her lips curled up in amusement.
"Did you... or did you not die?" she asked quietly, and his breath hitched.