Only two sober people remained in the room, and Harper cast a glance at her unconscious husband.
"Zack, you're the only one who's ever going to hear what I'm about to say. And whatever I'm going to tell you, you can't ever tell
anyone else, not even your father. Do you swear it to me?" With a grim face, Harper kept her eyes on him, feeling with all her
heart that Zack was the only one who could keep this secret for her life's sake.
"I swear, this is between you and me."
Harper finally nodded, letting out her breath. "Matthew was poisoned, and his life was in danger. I managed to seal the toxins in
his legs, so he's unable to walk. We've found all the herbs needed to detoxify him, but I'm not sure who it was that exposed this
secret. In process of detoxifying him, a mistake had been made, and he could die at any time. In order to save him, I'll have to
take a massive risk, and pay a tremendous price."
"And what's that price?" Zack stared at her, having understood what she was trying to say. "Does this mean that you'll die? If
that's what you're trying to tell me, Harper, I'm not going to let you do it. If you die trying to save him, I'll burn this mansion to the
ground. There's no point in saving him if you have to die for it!"
At his vehemence, Harper shook her head and carefully sat on the edge of the bed. With much tenderness, she tucked
Matthew's hair behind his ears. "I won't die, Zack. But I will become week, and fall comatose for a while. And no one knows when
I will wake up, not even me."
"What are you talking about?"

"The risk is huge. When I make my attempt to detoxify Matthew, we'll both fall into a coma. While this is happening, I'll need
someone to help me guard the prince's mansion and wait for him to wake up." Harper drew out a delicately-crafted token. The
token had been a gift from the masked man, right before she'd gotten married. It wasn't until later on that she discovered that the

and that the token was the Black Flag Token, which the emperor dreamed of and tried various schemes to get. Now, Harper pressed the Black Flag Token into Zack's hands. "This is the Black Flag Token. I'm sure you've heard of it. With this, you'll be able to order around everyone in this mansion. Once Matthew wakes up, you have to give it back to him. If neither of us will be able to wake up after what I'm about to do, then you'll have to keep it. You'll have to find another talented general for the Black

were to die, His Majesty would never allow me to live anyway, and Matthew's people wouldn't let me take the Black Flag Token and give it to His Majesty. Whatever Matthew's future may be, it'll be my own as well. But you? You're different. You can still hold a stand. You're not a member of the prince's mansion." "Is there really no other way? Do you have to do this?" Anxiety was written all over Zack's face as he stared at her, looking for any possible alternative. He had always thought

spoke, it seemed as though he was only lying to himself, believing that he still might've had a chance.
"Yes, I do. Zack, please, I beg you. I've no one else to turn to, no one else to rely on. I can only beg you to help me, please. I
can't let my husband die right before my eyes," Harper whispered. Her eyes were bright with determination.
At her words, Zack looked down at the small token cradled in his palm. Its corners pricked his flesh, but he felt no pain from it.
"Harper, you... Are you in love with His Highness?"
Harper's smile only grew. "I'll have no regrets, even if I were to die, Zack, because I've had such a good husband."
"And you'd do anything for him? What would you be planning to do to save His Highness?" Though he felt a deep-seated

charm. And Harper had never rejected him from the beginning. In response, Harper rose and walked to Matthew. She sat at the edge of the bed and pressed a hand

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