Bound by Blood and Fate [Emperor's Perspective]

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.