It was late evening approaching night. The dinner table was set by the servants. The guest Evelyn along with her maid came to the dining chambers. She sat for the dinner glancing around. After some time, Caelion came with Rhael following behind. He sat at the table and also gazed his eyes.
"... Where is the Crown Prince? Is he not joining us for the dinner?" He asked one of the maids.
"... His highness has a mild stomachache, so that will not be the case for today, Your Grace." She answered.
"... He is feeling ill. I should have not held him at the veranda for so long." Evelyn said. "...Why are you saying it like that, young lady? It is a just stomachache, I am sure my nephew will be fine." Then he turned behind to Rhael, "His highness is not feeling well because of the sudden change in the meals. Rhael, go and give some meds personally and make sure that he takes it in front of you." He said.
