3 days later
*Naria*
I am crying softly, as I once again sit next to his bed, clutching his hand in mine. Arion is dying, there is no longer any doubt about it. He has been throwing up blood for two days now and he is looking as pale as a ghost. The priest claims that it is the plague and that there is nothing more to do.
The country is already in mourning over their lost prince and yesterday when I came back after doing some work, I found the king on his knees next to the bed crying for his only son.
My world feels like it is slowly crumbling. I mean I have always know that he couldn’t be mine for real, but of course I would much rather see him happy and alive with some foreign princess, than dead and cold in his grave.
I am actually not convinced that it is the plague to be honest.
