“I can’t save you from everything, my dear. I thought I told you so.”

Nazaire scolded, lounging on Anon’s bed lazily, right next to them as they laid sick with a fever.

“You should start taking care of yourself. You’re very lucky that you met me, since your siblings really don’t want you in this palace. They keep sending assassins… A bit more and I’ll actually start getting tired, angel.”

The top-notch assassin whined and moved closer, putting his head on Anon’s chest.

“Well, me, the best assassin, shall accompany this lonely member of the royal family until they fall into slumber.”

Nazaire said in a formal tone, rolling his eyes.