King In The Making (Throne of Thorns #1)

Chapter 41 - Emerald Green

Chapter 41

2 weeks later

"She's not waking up. Why isn't she waking up?" Raf growled even though he wasn't angry at the doctor.

"I don't know, your majesty," Marla sighed as Raf snorted at the title. "We did all we could. It is up to her now," She repeated the words she had told him countless times.

Rafail leaned against the wall in defeat. Suddenly, he felt too tired. He just needed her to open her eyes so he could tell her how sorry he was he hadn't acted sooner. He needed to tell her how much he loved her. He couldn't live without her. He simply couldn't.

She was his own angel on earth. The light she shone illuminated the darkest parts within his mind till all he could think of was how much he loved her smile. She was his constant thought, the reason behind his silliness, the one who made him laugh effortlessly. He could turn into a romantic fool for her or a cringy comedian. He could become anything she wanted. She just had to wake up and ask.

Rafail felt a tear trickle down his cheek and disappear within his untamed beard. He opened his eyes and stared at her carefully sculpted face. She looked so peaceful, as if she was having a sleep full of lovely dreams. Any other day, he wouldn't mind it if she looked the same as she slept by his side. But he needed her to open her beautiful eyes for him. He loved the green in them too much. He loved her too much.

It had been his fault. All of it had been his fault. If he hadn't stood there like an idiot as he tried to justify his father's murderer's actions in his mind, the man would have had no chance to get to Thalia before his heart was in Rafail's hands.

'There was nothing you could've done. It all happened in less than a second,' Declan's words rang in his mind.

But Declan was wrong. It had taken enough time for Raf to have been able to react sooner. Instead, he had been lost inside his mind. And now his mate laid on a hospital bed, hiding that ocean of green from his gaze.

"Your majesty?" Marla called him but the king didn't reply. "Your majesty?" She tried again. "Rafail." She shouted and finally, he turned his head towards her, not liking the sour look on the doctor's face.

"What is it?" He felt his heart pump faster on his chest.

Marla bit down on her inner cheek, not knowing how to word the information she had to give him.

"Dr. Berger?" Rafail growled when she didn't reply as his worry grew stronger.

"I don't know how to say this," Marla didn't meet his eyes. "When I was operating on Thalia, I noticed that the blade had pierced through her right ovary and uterus. At the time, that was the least of my concerns, her life was on the line."

When she stopped talking, Rafail urged her to continue with his eyes as his lungs forgot to function in anticipation of the news.

"Yesterday, I ordered some tests to check the function of those organs," Marla finally found the courage to look into his grey orbs. "Rafail," She took a deep breath. "Thalia might not be able to ever fall pregnant."

Her words knocked the wind out of him and he had to reach for the wall to support himself. With a shake of his head, he looked at her in confusion. "What?" He asked even though he had heard the words just fine the first time around.

"She may not be able to fall pregnant," Marla repeated.

'Three,' Thalia's voice echoed followed by her breathless moan.

"No," Rafail shook his head repeatedly. "She'll have kids. She wants to be a mother. She wants three. Three kids. We will have three of them."

Marla felt her own tears pool in her eyes as the king repeated his words over and over again, his voice getting lower with each sentence. His whole demeanor screamed defeat as he turned his head towards his unconscious mate. His bloodshot eyes stared at her through furrowed brows, as if he was expecting her to wake up and tell him that Marla's words weren't true.