The sound of his blood dripping stunned the people who saw their Prince stuck in time
"Get out... both of you," Lidien said, just above a whisper.
The soldier immediately grabbed the arm of the child and pulled him, throwing him out of the room and guarding the entrance... telling himself that no matter what he saw and heard, it would not come out, for his life would be the cost of it.
Lidien stood before Nyomi's ghost and offered a smile... a strained, fragile thing as he tried to convince himself he was happy to see her, even in death.
"Tell me, Nyomi... what do you desire?"
Nyomi's ghost smiled, staring at him, and shook her head.
"To... serve you... My... Prince..."
Nyomi didn't hate him; on the contrary... she was thankful... for experiencing the life she wished for... even if it was just an illusion and far from reality.
Lidien reached his hand towards her, smiling as a single tear dropped from his eyes.
"Take my hand, Nyomi... and serve me with your soul..."
