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.