The crimson-streaked darkness faded into light as golden rays of sunshine began to spill over the horizon. The billowing columns of fume and the gathering dark clouds started to flee as if the sunlight burned them upon contact. A morning breeze swept in, clearing the faint smell of smoke and burnt flesh.
Amy rushed to the Duke as he fell to his knees just in time to catch him before his head hit the pavement.
"Your Grace." She put her gloved hand over his cheek. "W-Wake up, Henri, wake up!" she said, tapping her fingers against his warm skin. Pushing a stray lock of his hair away from his forehead, she realized that it was the first time she has touched his face. Her heart hopped as she marvelled at his features.
With his eyes closed, Amy noticed that the Duke seemed gentler now than
