When Nathaniel finally regained consciousness, it was already evening.

Outside his room, Lycas and Bryce stood vigilantly with a team of elite guards.

Nathaniel's mother, Cynthia Spanner, stood anxiously at his bedside alongside several imperial doctors. As soon as she heard that her son was unconscious, she rushed over with the doctors.

Nathaniel was her only son. She had devoted herself entirely to raising him, giving him the best of everything. And fortunately, he had lived up to her expectations. He stood out among the other princes and had earned the right to compete for the throne.

Cynthia had been making plans for Nathaniel's future recently. But just as everything seemed to finally come together, this sudden crisis left her shaken.

Thankfully, it wasn't anything serious. He had only fainted from the stress.

"Nathaniel, how are you feeling? Are you alright?" Cynthia asked.

When her son opened his eyes, she moved quickly to his side, concern written on her face.

"Mother