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Sangs P.O.V

Oh god. I did it. Finally. It took way too long to melt the gold. And longer to clear the dirt, from inside out.

I thought I would suffocate to death before I could finish. But my lungs had made a loud popping sound, and then I suddenly realized that I didn't have to breathe at all.

Which kept dirt out of them at least. Dirt lungs don't seem very comfortable.

But here I am. Standing on the top of the ground of my grave.

It's beautiful. I don't know what I done to earn such a lovely resting place, but it brought green tears to my eyes.

But I shake all of that off. I need to come up with a plan.

I'll have to explain to the Princes why I'm alive. And see if they'll help me get to my mother's. Because I doubt they'll want me to stay when I've caused so much trouble.

Looking ahead, I can barely make out the edges of the palace. But I can see it's bright white and gold shining in the light.

So I begin my stumbling walk. I'd run if I could. But my body needs food to build my energy back up.

Which will have to wait.

I'm coming Princes. Wait for me.

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With my uneven and stumbling steps, it took about half an hour to arrive at the Palace. But when I get near, a sharp pain shoots through my chest.

I'm immediately in panic. Something is wrong. I don't even stop for the guards who chase me.

I enhance my speed. Not caring if I hurt myself from it later.

Instead, I'm focused on feeling the pain taking over my body. It leads me through the grand halls of the castle. I don't second guess this internal instinct.

It leads me to a large extravagant room that is piled with boxes and boxes of wrapped boxes. But what catches my attention is the person laying down, surrounded by blood.

I rush over to him, guards on my heels.

I crouch in front of Prince Blackbourne to see what's wrong.

In his grip is a blade. It seems as though he stabbed himself in the stomach a few times.

I hear myself saying denials.

"No. No, Prince Blackbourne, what have you done? Why?"

He looks up to me as if seeing a ghost. He stares at me with a small smile on his face.

"Oh. Death is too kind. Giving me your memory when I feel my own drain away. I'm so sorry I couldn't save you M- Sang. I'm sorry."

His words make no sense. He didn't do this because of me, did he?

"No. Prince Blackbourne, I'm real. I just dug my way out of that grave. You're dying, but I'm here." I speak rushed. Placing my hands over his wounds.

My hands shake slightly, but I ignore them. I'm trying to feel something inside of myself to help him. Maybe stop the blood flow, or give him strength to live a little longer. Anything.

His eyes flash in guilt and pain as he speaks to me.

"Well then, you can take over the throne when we perish."

What? Hell no.

"Get yourself together, Blackbourne. I'm not taking over. Because you're not dying on me. You're going to get this fixed up and run your own damn Kingdom."