Chapter 5

For the next half month, I put Edward through hell.

On the first day of hauling cargo, he collapsed after carrying just two sacks of rice and lay on the dock like a dead fish.

I crouched beside him and said earnestly, "Your Highness, if you can't even carry a hundred-pound sack of rice, how are you going to carry the people in your lands one day?"

He hauled himself up off the ground, gritted his teeth, and carried three more sacks.

On the second day, he studied accounting. The estate steward brought him a ledger, and after flipping through…