Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew)

By the time Elder Wynter heard the baby's cries, he had already slipped away without being seen. While Gadel felt a rush of excitement as he stepped into the palace. Fiorenna lying in bed with a pale face, smiled softly at the tiny basket beside her. When she heard his Gadel settled beside her and took her delicate hand in his. "Princess Consort, you've endured so much," he murmured softly.

footsteps, she glanced up and whispered, "Your Majesty, come and see our baby."

"It's alright, Your Majesty," she responded weakly.

Gadel's large hand enveloped hers, offering warmth to her cold fingers. His gaze then moved to the basket, where a tiny, wrinkled bundle slept peacefully, and a smile curved his lips. "We should pick a name for him..." Her gentle voice broke the silence.

His heart skipped a beat. While the king's father would usually have chosen a name well before the birth, his preoccupation with state affairs meant he hadn't considered it at all.

Noticing his unease, she reassured him, "You're so occupied with state affairs. We can decide on a name later."

Her considerate words deepened his affection. He embraced her tenderly and whispered, "I'm deeply grateful for you."

His heartfelt words brought a blush to her pale cheeks. She responded with a shy smile, "You always know how to charm me. That's how you won me over back then."

He clutched his chest in mock despair. "How can you speak such frosty words when your heart radiates with a summer's warmth? You're the only one in my harem!"

Fiorenna had been his sixteenth

consort when he was still a prince.

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After Queen Iris ascended the throne, he was falsely accused of plotting against the king. Many of his subordinates perished, and if Matthew hadn't intervened, he have been lost as well. By the time he reclaimed his power, rémained alive. With the weight of national affairs and strategic maneuvers on his shoulders, he barely had the time or inclination to choose a name for his

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soon-to-be-born son, let alone

consider taking new consorts.

Montiria is thriving now, but it still awaits my complete control of Cyrus Hale and the Aerial Legion. I hope that once I have full command, peace will finally settle over the land.

As he looked at the sleeping baby,

his thoughts drifted to his siblings. Many had fallen victim to brutal power struggles. Toby, in his reckless pursuit of fame and the throne, had brazenly attacked

Basha's Sacred Mount. His fleet was swiftly captured, and he barely managed to escape, returning in disgrace. Meanwhile, Princess Iris, notorious for her cold ruthlessness, struggled to contain her own rampant desires. Ultimately, her ministers turned against her, overthrowing and binding her. Though she briefly evaded capture, she was soon recaptured, her ambitions shattered once again.

Most of King Gawain I's children have perished, leaving only a handful of survivors. I find myself contemplating how many children I should have to ensure the future's stability.

"Perhaps one will be enough," he reflected.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.