Raised From The Wild-Chapter 384: In A Bad Mood

Leon’s mood was sour as he longed to whisk the Princess out of the room. However, he was fully aware that executing such a maneuver was out of the question. He was just a bodyguard, after all.

He openly glanced at Prince Raquim. How could he engage in flirtatious behavior while being confined to his sick bed?

Leon couldn’t hold back any longer and interrupted, "You really need to prioritize your recovery over spending time flirting with the Princess, Prince Raquim. Just look at you – you’ve lost so much weight. It seems like you’ll need to focus on a lot of endurance training to regain your muscle strength.’"

Prince Raquim felt embarrassed. ’Damn, this man. So nosey. Can’t he mind his own business?’

"Leon is right, Prince Raquim. We are disturbing your rest." Princess Amaya apologized.

"Of course not. You are always welcome here, Princess!" Prince Raquim panicked. He was afraid that Princess Amaya might leave.

The Princess pulled the stool closer to the bed and fixed the IV tube that had become entangled before shifting her attention back to Prince Raquim.

Leon looked at Princess Amaya, who was beaming brightly at Prince Raquim, before shifting his gaze to Vasquez as if asking him if the two were that close.

Vasquez pretended not to see Leon’s glaring look.

To pass the time, Princess Amaya decided to play chess with Prince Raquim. After a mere 15 minutes of intense play, Prince Raquim lost.

"Why did you let me win so easily? Don’t hold back." Princess Amaya looked at Prince Raquim, feeling a bit aggrieved.

Prince Raquim: "..."

He did not hold back at all. It was just that the Princess was good at playing chess. Princes Raquim prided himself on being the best chess player in his Palace in Albanya, but she lost to a woman in just a few moves.

"I didn’t know you were such a good player, Princess. When did you start playing chess?" he asked.

"Oh, that. I started playing when I was a child. My Daddy Ibrahim carved out chess pieces from wood." Princess Amaya replied casually as she started to arrange the chess pieces on the board.

Prince Raquim let out a sigh of relief, realizing that he would have felt terrible if he had known that Princess Amaya only started learning to play chess after she returned to Lireya.

"So your Daddy Ibrahim was a good chess player?" Prince Raquim started to arrange the white chess pieces on the board.

"Not really. He always let me win." Princess Amaya felt nostalgic as she remembered the lazy afternoons by the beach or in the tree house when her father taught her different strategic moves to defeat his opponents.

Prince Raquim smiled. No wonder the Princess thought that he was being easy on her.

Princess Amaya stood up.

Prince Raquim was caught between trying to save face from losing and delaying the Princess so he could spend more time with her. In the end, he played another round with the princess. This time, he focused on the game and followed difficult strategies, but Princess Amaya still beat him.

The princess was not the type who would give face to a man. She was honest and always played by the rules.

Leon chuckled.

"How does it feel to lose to a woman, Your Highness?" Leon asked subtly, but his voice was laced with mockery.

"Even if it is losing a hundred times, I wouldn’t mind if it’s for a Princess as stunning as Amaya," Prince Raquim replied, his eyebrows slightly arched as he locked his gaze with Leon.

Vasquez couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation, but his laughter abruptly died in his throat when he met Leon’s icy and menacing gaze.

"As a guard, what do you know?" the Crown Prince of Albanya added with a lowered voice.

Princess Amaya strained to hear Prince Raquim’s words over the background noise, but all she could discern was the playful exchange between the two men. Sensing the palpable tension in the air, she knew she had to step in and defuse the atmosphere.

"Prince Raquim, I need to go back. I will visit you another time." Princess Amaya bid her farewell to Prince Raquim, expressing her desire to return. As she took her leave, she stole a fleeting glance at Leon and Vasquez.

Vasquez held the door open for her. Leon walked behind her, and when she looked back to see Prince Raquim, she was met with Leon’s dark orbs.

"Take care, Princess. See you soon."

She heard Prince Raquim’s gentle voice, and a smile appeared on her face before she turned around to continue walking toward their ward. A gloomy Leon followed behind her.

"Princess, did you start to play chess when you were a child?" Vasquez walked beside the Princess.

"Of course! My dad is an incredible chess player. He used to compete in the Military Academy and would always come out on top. In fact, he became a Chess Grandmaster at the young age of 20."

"Then why not join a chess competition?" Vasquez asked curiously.

"I am not that good." the princess replied with humility.

"Your moves are cunning and strategic. Your opponent won’t realize they’ve fallen into a carefully laid trap until it’s too late." Leon chimed in, joining their conversation.

"Do you also play chess, Leon?" Amaya turned her head to the right and looked up at Leon, but her eyes were only up to his chin.

"I only knew a little bit, Princess."

From the end of the corridor, they saw a nurse walking in their direction in a hurry.

"Princess Amaya, Doctor Wallace is requesting your presence at the laboratory." the nurse said, wearing an expressionless face.

"Okay. You can lead us to him."

Princess Amaya was curious as to why Doctor Wallace would look for her.

As they stepped into the elevator, it carried them up two levels. Upon arriving, a nurse led them into a spacious, white-painted room filled with bustling workstations and advanced technological equipment.