Emperor's Perspective :
If she dies…My voice was barely above a whisper."…you die too."
The priests and doctors trembled, bowing even lower as if the ground would swallow them.
Cowards.
I could feel the madness seeping into my bones, consuming me whole. No. I had already lost it. My grip on the sword tightened. Just one stroke. One stroke… and I could paint these walls with their blood.
But then—
A sound.
Soft. Faint.
"Wha…whaa…wahhh…"
Her.
Did she… wake up? The sword slipped from my fingers, clattering to the floor. I didn't care.
I threw it away.
She woke up.
I turned, my footsteps unnervingly slow as I approached her bed. When I reached her, her tiny eyes blinked up at me.
Alive.
She gasped again—just like yesterday—but this time… she didn't look away. She looked at me like she recognized me.
And…
There was No fear.
Why?
Her small body didn't tremble. Her lips didn't quiver.
