Heartfelt

A week had passed since Azrael learned he was going to be a father, and his excitement was beyond measure. Never in his life had he imagined having a child, and now that it was becoming a reality, the thought still left him in awe. Every moment since Elysia had told him felt like a dream he never wanted to wake from.

At the moment, Elysia was taking an afternoon nap, and Azrael decided to visit Sevastian. The physicians attended to him daily, yet there had been no signs of improvement. The sight of his closest friend lying motionless day after day weighed heavily on him, but he refused to lose hope.

His vitals were stable, the poison had been treated, and his wound was nearly healed, yet for some reason, he had yet to regain consciousness. Azrael hoped Sevastian would wake up soon, the palace was not the same without him.