Mirelah;
I stare at the Physician as he checks Kealith, who passed out a few minutes ago.
Queen Velnara, King Damarion, Darven, Sorin, Rhael and Liriel are here. Watching on in worry, and I'm just behind.
Too frozen to move or speak. My stomach is in knots.
This is my fault. I shouldn't have kissed him. I should have called for help the moment I sensed something was wrong with him. But he asked me not to, and like an idiot, I didn't.
"Is it another attack?" King Damarion finally questions the physician, and the elderly man shakes his head in disagreement.
"No. This is something else. Like he suddenly lost all his strength… It looks like he's fighting something from within." The man explains, and my brows knot.
"What do you mean?" Queen Velnara questions with worry in her voice, and I just blink as I stare at the bed where the physician is perched beside Kealith.
The man suddenly looks up, and our gaze locks.
