❝𝒏𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒂.❞
(i will fear no evil)
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𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔
Five years had passed since the divine deal was made and a lot had changed, following the phase of time.
Elianna sta...
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2 months later Iftia: Royal Medical Department
• Elianna •
"Don't overwork yourself," Rowan reminded, holding onto her hand firmly to help her down the carriage. "I'll send Tristan to pick you up in the evening."
Elianna nodded, casting him a wide smile and that earned her a returning smile from her husband. Rowan held her close and pecked a kiss on her forehead. He also watched her walk into the building before turning around and entered the carriage once again.
It took a few months for her, familiarising and working around her new routines to finally be able to allocate time for herself to resume her duties in the Royal Medical Department. Definitely, Rowan had tried to convince her out by numbering the many responsibilities that she had after accepting her titles as the Crown Prince Consort and the Royal Princess of Thethia. But Elianna couldn't help but miss her work as a doctor. It had always been her dream and a passion that she had taken after her mentor. Jason always wished to dedicate his whole life into the field of medicine and she would fulfil his wishes for him. Her hands smoothed over her medical garb, brimming with happiness as she walked down the hallway.
Collin, the medical administrator, was the first to notice her as he exclaimed excitedly, "Elianna!"
Across the counter, Henry reached over to whack on the back of Collin's head as he chided, "How rude! Her Highness is the Crown Prince Consort, you should be greeting her properly."
"Henry," Elianna sighed, her lips pulled into a slight frown. "Don't be a stranger with me."
"Never," Henry grinned cheekily. "You know that we're most happy to have you back, Elianna."
She chuckled softly in response but a sudden loud sound startled all of them and she whipped her head around to see Larry, his expression paled like the sheets of paper that fell out from between the messy splay of heavy books that were dropped to the ground. He gasped, "Elianna."
"Larry!" She quickly stepped forward to help him pick up the books as she continued, "It's been a while, isn't it?"
"I-I'm—"
"Larry," she cut in, frowning unhappily at him. "If the first thing you're going to say to me is an apology, I can't promise I wouldn't beat you up with this stack of heavy books."
Behind Larry, Professor Hamely had stepped out of his office to check on the commotion but at the sight of her, he inhaled, "Your Highness, why are you here? Moreover, in this dressing?"
"Please address me as you would, Professor Hamley," Elianna grinned, bowing slightly. "I'm reporting back to the Department as your apprentice again."
"His Highness allowed it?" Professor Hamley stunned but quickly added, "Or maybe, please don't answer that."
