In the midst of our chat, the guy who had previously forced me into the vehicle cut off our conversation and switched on the car's mini monitor. I recognized the face of the prince instantly on the monitor. They increased the volume to better understand what was being said.
Thus, this is what the monarch meant when he said that they had an important meeting to attend. The king secretly convened a meeting with Prince Augustus to discuss his future.
It was his uneasy expression that caught my attention initially. A large number of cameras have gathered around him, and the flashes from them make him feel much more uneasy than he already is. Even if I don't understand what he's thinking, one thing I am certain of is that Prince Augustus wants to get out of the conference.
"Your Majesty, we're all wondering why Prince Emmanuel was not the heir to the throne, he is the firstborn."
"I'm afraid I'm only able to respond to one question. They are both my sons, but I can state with certainty that Augustus is the most responsible of the two. It is not me that chose him, It's the crown who chose Prince Augustus."
"It's clear that Prince Augustus doesn't want to be the next King," I murmured as I lowered my gaze. If only I had the power to stop them, Prince Augustus!
I asked Marcos if he could turn off the monitor so that I wouldn't have to witness the prince's miserable expression. Each time he makes that expression on his face, I feel terrible.
"I didn't know the full story of how you ended up becoming Prince Augustus' maid or why you two appeared so close, but to be honest, I was a little, no, I was insanely envious of him. Well, given how long I've been absent in your life, it's no surprise that we've drifted apart from one another."
"You're mistaken; we're not even close. On the other hand, Prince Augustus despises me." I forced a grin on my face. "That isn't the case right now, though. Let's not speak about the person who isn't there; instead, let's concentrate on you."
"Though we haven't seen each other in a long time, I can tell when you're lying. Take a look at your face," he said, tapping my cheek. "There is an obvious sense of concern for him in your voice. You wanted to know whether he was alright, and I completely understand if you want to go to the palace right away."
"Marcos... no, I want to spend the whole day with you."
It was Marcos who requested that the engine be started. "You know, I never pay attention to what your lips say; I pay attention to what your eyes desire."
As the vehicle made its way back to the palace, Marcos was deafeningly quiet. This day was meant to be our day, but since I was impacted by the prince's difficult situation, the first day of our reunion was completely ruined. I'd want to express my regrets to him, but it seems that doing so would just make his mood worse.
I was going to start a conversation with him when he abruptly informed me that we had arrived at the palace. His bodyguard walked up to the front door and unlocked it. "Are you not going inside?" I inquired.
"I will," Marcos responded after he had exited the vehicle. "I was joking around with you, Gemma."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm quite envious of you because you're more connected to people than I am, but I'm not furious." He made a mess of my hair. "His Majesty has asked me to simply stay here so that I don't have to spend money booking into a hotel,"
"Really?" I was on the verge of leaping for pleasure when I uttered it. "Does it mean we'll be seeing one another more often?"
"Well, I'll only be here for a short period; I'll be back in Norway soon after."
"You're coming back? I was under the impression you were staying for good."
"I wish I could, but I am obligated to perform certain tasks." He took a breath. "However, if you like, you may accompany me to Norway and reside with me."
"Perhaps in the future, but not right now." 
The arrival of the king's chariot was barely on time. The monarch and Prince Augustus returned, and we, too, moved to the sidelines to welcome them back. I didn't spot the king stepping out of the car because I was preoccupied with the prince, who was bending down as he walked in.
When the king became aware of Marcos' presence, he came over and addressed us. "I'm glad that you listened to what I said, Chasen," King Lucien said.
Marcos bent his head in respect. "I am unable to resist your request, Your Majesty.'
"I know," King Lucien responded with a grin before looking me in the eyes. "Gemma, I assumed you went back to your home."
I explained, "I went to the hospital for a bit and then came back since I believed I would be needed more here."
"Actually, yes, I do need you right now. I need you to do a task that is very vital to me." After that, King Lucien signaled for everyone to go. "After you."
I took the lead, and the king soon followed. Prince Augustus, Mr. Osiris, and Marcos' bodyguard were all waiting in the office. So, what exactly is going on?
King Lucien sat first in his chair before starting. "The world knows about Augustus; we may anticipate more reporters outside the palace, and this topic will most likely be propagated by everyone. You must thus take this time seriously. I will increase the palace's security, and I will need your cooperation, especially you, Augustus. The way you live now will be drastically different; you will need to be more cautious not just in your acts but also in the places you visit; there will undoubtedly be a lot of people around you. The reason Walden is here; is he will serve as your personal bodyguard."
Is he the prince’s personal bodyguard? But I was under the impression that he was Marcos' bodyguard.
"You are now the one who, I trust, will prevent Augustus from doing anything that would harm his reputation as the next ruler,"
"Y- yes, Your Majesty." A little bow from me.
"Augustus, please behave yourself and refrain from doing anything that would bring you harm. Keep in mind that the whole world is watching you. A single mistake will undo all of my hard work,"
Prince Augustus remained quiet as if he were a dog that obeyed his master. His reaction to what the king stated was nonchalant; the prince just walked out of the office after King Lucien said it.