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"How is she Dr. Tuskus?" The young king inquires of the older man, desperation rolling off his tongue slowly getting caught in the air. His breathing was raged, inviting uncanny stares his way but if he had truly cared, he'd have hurled all sorts of obscenities their way for he was above them after all.
The tension builds up bit by bit as the physician considers his next words wisely—how should he deliver the news?
"I do not have all day Sirus."
Sirus hears the raspy but deep voice of his majesty call out to him before he can utter a console to lace his diagnosis.
It would have to be delivered as it is, good or bad.
"The child is no more. As is her ability to carry a child." Dr. Sirus Tuskus finally admits, hands holding onto the partially thorn cloth that was covered in crimson stains. He doesn't miss the way his majesty stumbles back, body nearly missing the wall as he slushes down the rusty surface while facing the wooden door that held his dear wife captive.
Her heavy slumber would save her the heartbreak at the catastrophe that had befallen her, the mistakes of the only man she had ever loved and given herself to, kept secret until she rose.
Beau Hwang had opened the door to his own doom before he could even taste the true bliss that was Andile Saigon, the love of his life and mother of his two sons, Minh and Afi.
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