Zavren lay still on the king-size bed in the royal duplex. They had arrived just a minute ago, and of course, many people hailed for the safe war.
Many were shocked that Her Highness had gone, and that it had been Her Highness who had saved the war. They were deeply curious about Zavren but decided not to ask, knowing he would be inside the carriage with his wife. Everybody hailed, little did they know what had just happened to the king.
Ariana's face was blank as she stared into thin air. She did not know how long she had been staring, but she just kept staring.
He was laid down in the last room of the floor where Ariana stayed, while the seer and nurses moved quickly, working in perfect sync to heal him. Ariana just waited on, trying her best not to think of that thing that had happened—how he had stopped breathing.
She had decided to stay because she could not accept the fact that her husband was not alive. That had to be wrong, or maybe she was just being too conclusive.
