Nephele
If it wasn't for Lupa showing Jett and I the wedding venue we picked out with mock decorations, I would've been there much sooner. I would've been there for all it, but luckily by a page came to deliver the news of my father's heart attack and I made it there just as he was opening his eyes.
"Daddy," I try to catch my breath. I had ran here in my dress, Jett running in silence at my side, he knew that I didn't want to talk, I couldn't.
"I'm fine." My father coughs out.
"You are not fine! You just almost-" I can't even bring myself to say it. "...Where's Van?" My head whips around the room searching for my son. "Van?!" I call out in panic, my dad seems to panic just the same.
"I'll go find him." Jett kisses my forehead, reassuring me as he heads to Van's room.
I nod and focus back on my father, I trust Jett to find our baby. "The good news is that you'll be okay. All you have to do is change your diet and start taking care of yourself again."
"Nephele," my dad sighs and looks me in the eyes placing his other hand over my one that was grasping his, "I don't want to change the way I live. I want to live that way I want to. I want to join your mother and if the way I chose to eat and drink enables that, so be it."
"No," I breathe out. "You can't leave me, you can't leave us- not yet. I need you. I still need you. We will always need you." My voice cracks. "Dad, you're all we have left."
"Princess Nephele, may we speak to you for a moment." I turn to the guard at the door and nod. "I love you, we will discuss this later." I give my father a stern look and squeeze his hand. I leave letting Solana and Nodin take my place.
"It's Prince Zephyr and his wife Mayrah both of them are in the infirmary. She is in labor and he is in critical condition."
"What?" I grab at my tightening chest and nearly fall over. I am taking queen since my father is down right now and of course I got this information for fear of my father not being able to handle it... "Oh gods!" I sniffle and stuff down my cries trying to escape. I head off to the infirmary, dashing as fast as I can there.
They take me to Mayrah's room first. She has already given birth, only five months along. The baby is so tiny, a little peanut.
"The baby is very under developed. Her heart isn't strong enough and her lungs aren't fully formed. We gave her a few tonics and we have healers working on her, but there is a slim chance she is going to make it. We are trying our best, Princess Nephele." A healer approaches me.
"No. No." I whisper. "What about Mayrah?" I gesture to the bed in front of me. "Is she...healthy?"
The healer frowns. "She was under a lot of stress. We gave her a calming tonic but she's still in a state of shock. She is healthy though."
"Why isn't Zephyr here? Why won't anybody take me to him? What did they mean when they said he was in critical condition? What happened? I don't understand."
"Prince Zephyr is in critical condition, our healers are trying to stable him. He was cut in his wrists, self-inflicted so it seems."
"What." I suck in a big breath. "Self-inflicted?" I blink at my dry eyes.
"Yes, we suspect it was suicide."
"Suicide? He's dead?!"
"No. No, Princess. He is alive. It was a failed suicide attempt. I'm sorry it was a poor choice of wording."
"Yes, yes it was." I breathe out in relief, but still feel just as sick as I was before. "He'd better stay alive."
"We are doing everything in our power to keep the prince alive." The healer nods her head.
