Page 66 of Wicked Prince of Frost

“I would hate to see anything happen to you,” the king adds.

The blood drains from my face, and my entire body goes cold in the span of a single breath. “Your Majesty?” My voice comes out in a pathetic whimper.

Another sharp pain pinches inside my chest. I don’t have long before I can no longer hide what’s happening.

Now I do pull my hand from his.

The king keeps his voice low and even, as one would when trying to capture a wild animal. “Forgive me. I only meant that I do not wish to see you end up like the others.” His head lists ever so slightly to the side. “Have you seen them yet?”

Too focused on smothering my impending episode long enough to make it somewhere else, I can barely make sense of what he is saying.

I shake my head while trying not to wince at the increasing pain. “Seen who, Your Majesty?”

“They reside at the back of the royal crypt.” He lowers hisgaze to the floor and sighs. “I have suggested he send them back to their families, but he insists on keeping them as his trophies.”

I suck in a sharp breath as another pain stabs at my heart. Thankfully, he takes it for a shocked reaction.

“You may visit them if it is what you need to realize the full scope of the risk your position entails.”

The door is flung wide, interrupting our conversation. I whip my head around to see Joon cutting the distance with long strides.

“Ah, there you are,Wife. I have been looking everywhere for you.”

I nearly choke from the way he saysWife. It’s sharp. Possessive. It will only further add to the king’s belief that he has genuine feelings for me.

“J—” I start, but his name dies in my throat as he wraps his fingers around my wrist and tugs me to his side with so much force that I bump into him.

Joon’s eyes find mine, and I realize my near error.

“Did you forget?” he asks just as another surge of pain lances through me. “There is somewhere you are supposed to be.”

I gape at him. His features are arranged in a placid expression, but a dark fire burns behind his eyes.

My breaths grow shallower by the minute. I’m lightheaded.

Joon knows what my episodes look like, having seen plenty of them, so I’m unsure if I’ve actually forgotten something important or if this is an excuse to get me out of here.

“I-I believe I did.” He twitches one brow, and I hastily add, “My Prince.”

Stars form across my vision. I want to reach out and grab hold of Joon to steady myself, but I don’t.

Joon turns to the king and bows his head in respect. “If you are finished here, would you please excuse us, My King?”

King Sameun presses his mouth into a thin line, considering Joon for a moment. “Your timing is excellent. We just finished our talk,” he says, then turns his piercing eyes on me. “See to it that you do not overtax her… she does not look well. And we wouldn’t want to haveanotherincident, especially so soon.”

Joon bows at the waist. I do the same, glad when I don’t topple over onto my head. My hands are shaking from the pain, and I clasp them tightly together as we walk out of the throne room.

Once we are beyond the doors, the prince grabs my upper arm and practically drags me down the hall until we reach a secluded alcove. Joon stops and presses my back to the wall.

The prince cups my jaw with both hands. Cooling strands of power seep into me, slowing my heartbeat and dousing the fiery pain.

It will never cease to amaze me how he can stop my episodes and leave me feeling as if it never even happened.

Taking my first deep breath, I lift my gaze to his scowling face.

Did he hear what the king said?Is he upset with me?

There’s nothing I could have done to get out of that situation on my own. Surely, he understands that.