The Princeliest Prince of All - Chapter 11
Sera Brandt was incredibly soft.
Additionally, she was smooth and warm.
Leonard knew this all too well.
Touching her brought discomfort, and when she had body-slammed him in the past, all he had felt was an overwhelming sense of displeasure.
However, that day in the garden of the princess’s palace, Leonard realized two surprising facts.
The first was that Sera’s limbs, which he had thought were soft, were actually quite firm compared to other parts of her body.
Specifically, when compared to the two very soft fleshy parts unique to women.
The second was that, contrary to the empress’s worries, his male functions were quite intact.
Experiencing his first erxctixn—excluding morning wood—was astonishing.
Leonard stood rooted to the spot until Evan came to rescue him.
Thanks to Sera’s needless loyalty, he returned to the palace safely, but in hindsight, the entire disaster was Sera’s fault.
The annoying presence that had barely settled down reasserted itself that night, tormenting Leonard.
Being a prince who never removed his gloves even when urinating, he obviously couldn’t manage the situation himself.
So, the next morning, Sera arrived at work earlier than usual and found Leonard in his bedroom, looking no better than he had the previous day.
He had already finished getting ready, indicating he had been up for a while.
“About yesterday, I’m really… sorry.”
“Enough.”
Sitting at the table, Leonard responded with a stiff expression and robotic voice.
Clearly, the previous day had been too shocking for him.
Sera decided to match Leonard’s pace for the day.
“You still don’t look well. Should we skip today’s training?”
“No. Let’s start immediately.”
Leonard took off both gloves and placed them neatly on the table.
He just wanted to hold her hand quickly and get breakfast over with.
But Leonard’s expression was more serious than usual.
Sera rubbed her palms nervously.
She cautiously reached out and held Leonard’s hands with both of hers.
He flinched more than usual, indicating lingering aftereffects.
Sera hesitated before gripping his hands a bit tighter.
Leonard’s breath became labored.
“Are you alright?”
Leonard’s face was contorted in genuine distress.
Sera realized that Leonard’s mysophobia, which she had attributed to sensitivity and a bad temper, was a serious issue.
Seeing him sweat like that, she understood why he behaved the way he did.
Just as Sera felt a deep sense of pity, Leonard yanked his hands away.
“That’s enough for today. You can leave now.”
“What? I just got here.”
“Take a day off. Go… now.”
Leonard’s rapid breathing indicated something was seriously wrong.
His flushed face and sweaty forehead suggested he had a fever.
Feeling responsible for all this, Sera couldn’t leave him like that.
“This isn’t right. I’ll fetch the physician.”
“No. Just go. Please.”
If this continued, she would indeed become an assassin of the prince.
Sera sprang up and approached Leonard, carefully extending her hand to his forehead, feeling the intense heat radiating from him.
“Stop being stubborn! What’s wrong?”
As she leaned in to examine him more closely, Leonard took a deep breath and slumped onto the table.
For someone so obsessed with cleanliness to rest his bare face on a table—this was serious.
His large frame trembled pitifully.
“I’ll call someone. Anyone.”
As Sera turned to leave, Leonard grabbed her hand.
Looking back, she saw Leonard’s flushed face and heard his labored breathing.
“I’ll be fine soon. Don’t make a big deal out of this.”
“Tell me. Is it a seizure? Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll keep it a secret, just like I did about the vomiting.”
Leonard’s golden eyes were glazed with heat and moisture, resembling a lion struck by an arrow and dying.
He seemed on the verge of saying something but ultimately didn’t ask Sera for help.
Yet, he didn’t let go of her hand, clearly not wanting anyone else to see him in this state.
Sera carefully examined Leonard.
Sweat, trickling down his forehead.
His chest, heaving with rapid breaths.
His waist, unable to stay straight.
Legs trembling intermittently.
Something seemed off.
When Sera glanced at his lower body again, Leonard flinched so hard the table shook.
“Sit up straight. Let me see.”
As Sera released his hand and tried to lift his shoulders, Leonard’s upper body leaned helplessly against the backrest.
Sera could clearly see the cause of Leonard’s discomfort.
One area was distinctly swollen as if he had been bitten by a venomous snake.
“You’re not… aroused, are you?”
