The Vampire King's Possession
Chapter 787. Madeline Is Sick

Chapter 787: 787. Madeline Is Sick

"What is going on?" Mauve asked as soon as Mill got close enough. She leaned forward, and Jael had to hold on to her to stop her from getting out of bed, his irritation growing.

"Your Grace, I apologize for the intrusion," Mill said with a very low bow.

Mauve simply nodded. Her apology wasn’t necessary; she wanted to know exactly what was going on and if there was a cause for worry. But Mauve already knew her answer—Mill wouldn’t interrupt unless it was absolutely necessary.

"It’s fine, Mill," Mauve cut in. "Just let me know what’s going on."

Mill looked up and caught sight of the Primus’ expression, and her face lost even more color. Unfortunately, this was not something she could handle without Mauve’s help, and as much as she hated to interrupt when they were clearly ready to sleep, here she was.

"Madeline is sick," Mill announced.

Mauve scooted forward, and Jael had to hold onto her tighter to stop her from getting off the bed. "What? How? Is it something Ferguson can’t help with?" she asked.

"I am afraid not," Mill replied dejectedly.

This time Jael couldn’t stop Mauve from leaving the bed, and she rushed toward Mill, grabbing her arms. "What happened?"

"Madeline won’t stop throwing up, shivering, and her temperature keeps increasing. Ferguson seems to have figured out what the problem is, but he says he is missing a particular herb. I have taken him to the garden—I know you did plant some—but he couldn’t find what he needed when he checked."

Mauve’s face paled. There were still a few herbs she hadn’t had the time to move to the garden after Jean showed her the ones she could use for herself, and there were still so many others he hadn’t mentioned. However, she could clearly recall where they had both gone to find it. Hopefully, what Ferguson needed could be found there.

She also remembered Jean muttering about how odd it was that so many herbs were gathered when vampires clearly didn’t need them. She was optimistic that Ferguson would find what he needed, but the major problem was that right now, it was daylight.

"We don’t know what else to do, and Ferguson has tried to make some herbs for her without it. The vomiting did stop, but she won’t stop shivering," Mill continued. "Ferguson doesn’t want to leave her like this for the whole day, and he is worried he might not find what he needs here."

"I think I know where he can find it," Mauve blurted.

Jael was by her side in a flash. "Does it involve you going out?" Jael asked, his tone filled with displeasure.

Mauve closed her eyes. This was going to be a difficult one. If she wasn’t pregnant, Jael would be difficult to convince, but now that she was, she could only begin to imagine how hard it would be. But there was no way she could send Ferguson out of the castle by himself—not only was that dangerous but he could also get lost. The compound was quite huge, and unfortunately, no one else in the castle could go with him. It had to be her.

Mauve slowly turned to face her husband, her hand on her stomach. She opened her mouth, making sure to speak softly. "I’m afraid it does."

"Absolutely not!" Jael replied.

Mauve nodded to show Jael that she understood, then waited for a minute before she began speaking again. "The sun hasn’t risen for too long. It’s just morning, and I promise not to take long. As soon as we get the herbs, we’ll be back in the castle."

"You’re pregnant," he said with a pained expression.

Mauve frowned. "Pregnant, not helpless. And I can always resort to magic if the need arises." There was an exasperated tone in her voice, but she couldn’t get angry because she knew he was just worried.

"I don’t want you to go," Jael finally said, his expression showing just how much he didn’t like the situation.

"I know," Mauve said with a soft smile. She could clearly see Jael’s internal struggle. She was surprised he wasn’t declining forcefully. "But I promise I will be fine." However, with the way he was reacting, one would think she was leaving the vampire regions and never returning.

She walked toward him, and he looked down at her stomach and then back at her face.

"You can point the herb out to him from the doors."

"Jael!" she cried. "If you think outside is too dangerous for me, why would you willingly let Ferguson go out all by himself? I will be fine, I promise."

Jael narrowed his eyes before letting out a loud sigh. "Not one minute late," he stated. He knew he had no reason to stop her, and even if he tried, Mauve would only get even more stubborn. But the thought of her going outside without him felt like getting stabbed in the gut with a dagger.

"Thank you," she grinned and grabbed her stomach before slowly turning away from him.

Mill led her to her room, with Jael following closely behind them. He had hurriedly grabbed a shirt and thrown it on. She was clearly not going to get rid of him, and it wasn’t that she wanted to. Mill helped her change out of her sleepwear and into something more conducive for the outdoors.

"Thank you," she said before making her way to the exit of her room.

However, Jael cut right in and took her hand. She smiled at him but didn’t stop him or scold him. She just let him lead her out of her room and downstairs, where she saw Ferguson pacing around the front doors.

He stopped at their approach and turned to face them. There was only a slight hesitation on his face before he rushed toward them.

"Primus," he called. "Princess, I apologize for pulling you out of bed at this hour."

"Nonsense," Mauve said and pulled her hand from Jael, who held on a little too tightly. "It’s no trouble at all. I just hope we can find what you need."