?Chapter 313:


    My anger red, and I shouted, “This is a matter of life or death! I must see His Majesty—it’s urgent!”


    Yet Frank remained unyielding. He shoved me onto the slick ground with force.


    He stared down at me with disdain and mocked arrogantly, “Even if the king were awake, it doesn’t matter. You, a mere sex ve, have no right to demand his audience. Leave at once before you invoke his wrath and pay dearly for it.”


    “Your Majesty! Your Majesty!” I cried out, standing up from the muddy ground, my heart seething with rage. I remained just outside the vi, calling out, hoping to catch Leonardo’s ear.


    Seeing this, Frank rushed at me impatiently. Then, he raised his hand and mmed it against my face. The impact disoriented me. My vision blurred, my ears rang, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth.


    “If you dare scream again, I’ll arrest you!” Frank was resolute in preventing me from seeing Leonardo. Realizing that trying to bypass Frank was futile, I thought of Makenna, still in danger. I had no choice but to keep calm. She was depending on me.


    “Frank, this isn’t over,” I dered, my eyes fierce, then turned to leave.


    Suddenly, I thought of Prince yton. He would be willing to help! Without wasting another moment, I navigated the sprawling,byrinthine manor to find yton’s residence. However, aside from the king’s quarters, I had no idea where the princes lived. The darkness deepened, and the relentless rain continued. I roamed aimlessly. Each step felt heavier than thest, and despair began to seep into my heart, the downpour seeming to mock my desperation.


    Just as I neared the brink of giving up, I collided with someone moving in the opposite direction. The man emitted a startled yelp. I nced up to see Amon Gray, the official who had interviewed Makenna during the assessment. I recalled that he was a close subordinate of Prince Bryan.


    “Miss, what’s wrong?” Amon’s piercing gaze shone bright in the dark. His expression was filled with bewilderment as he looked at me.


    “Sorry, I didn’t notice…” I began, but before I could finish, tears welled in my eyes. A flicker of hope ignited in my heart. Perhaps Amon could help me find a prince.


    “Mr. Gray, please help me. Makenna was bitten by a venomous snake. Her condition is critical. I need to find a prince to get an antidote. Can you tell me where the princes live?” I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation.


    Amon’s expression changed dramatically upon hearing Makenna’s name. Shock shed across his face, but he quicklyposed himself. He steadied me with one hand and handed me an umbre.


    “You stay out of the rain for now. I’ll get Prince Bryan,” he said decisively.


    Before I could respond, Amon dashed into the pouring rain, heading toward Bryan’s residence. Determined, I bit my lip and hurried after him, clutching the umbre tightly.


    Bryan’s POV:


    It waste at night, and just as I was about to turn off the light on my bedside table and drift off to sleep, a sudden, urgent knock echoed through the door. Who in their right mind would dare disturb me at this hour? Annoyed, I called out for them to enter.


    The door flew open almost immediately, and Amon rushed in, his hair stered to his head from the rain, his expression frantic. He lookedpletely disheveled, the rainwater only adding to his appearance of distress. In a voice thick with urgency, he said, “Your Highness, something terrible has happened! Miss Dunn is in grave danger!”


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