"Julian, Ezekiel, come quickly. Lady Ophelia... she's taken a turn for the worse."
As we hurried after my mother, I knew this was it. The moment of choice was upon me.
Save Ophelia, kill her, or let fate take its course.
Whatever I decided, I knew nothing would be the same after today.
We reached Lady Ophelia's room to find chaos awaiting.
Servants rushed in and out, carrying towels and basins of water.
Nivel stood guard at the door with his face grim.
"What happened?"
My mother shook her head as her eyes were almost in tears.
"We don't know. She was fine this morning, but then... she just collapsed. The doctor's with her now, but..."
Her voice trailed off, but I understood. Lady Ophelia was dying and this must be her reaching point.
As we stood outside Lady Ophelia's room, I felt frozen in place.