𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌'𝖘 𝕲𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 |ᴅᴀɴɪᴇʟ ꜱᴇᴀᴠᴇʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ|

chapter 3

You woke up, feeling distress about tomorrow- about today. You sat up from your bed and thought about doing a shower later, but because you procastinated for a whole thirty minutes, you forgot what you're really doing.

Without an early shower, you went to see the garden, you can't go to your father's room; it's too early. You smell the air of the fresh bloom flowers as you walk across the garden. When you feel like it's Seven you walk back to greet your father and motivate him that he should never give up.

You knocked on the door and let yourself in, you saw him there, lying sickly on the bed. As you knelt beside him, you held his cold hands; you knew that there's something wrong so you shook him softly but not a blink was made, then you did it again but with a little force but still none action was made. Your heart is beating hysterically, anxious to know and afraid to accept. You shook him vigorously but not even a single movement was seen. You begin to tremble in fear, afraid to look at him deeply. "Papa.." you croaked. You were still shaking him, as tears errupted. "Papa, you need to wake up." You cried.

"Guards!" You screamed, your screams filled the castle. Ramblings were heard from the distance and then two guards came in with an alarmed look.

"What's the matter your majesty?" Guard number one said.

Tears are erupting as you continue to shake your father. "He-he's not waking up" you said looking back at your father. Guard number two came closer to check his pulse. He gave a defeated sighed and move a little away.

"Oh no.. The king's gone," he alarmly said as he look back at Guard number one. "No, no..he's not- get me Doctor Besson!" You yelled, anger suddenly came.

"Papa, listen to me- you have to wake up, y-you have to" you cried to his chest. You wished he was joking but unfortunately he's not. Another set of footsteps rapidly came towards you.

"Your Majesty," Doctor Besson said once he entered the room. He quickly looked at your father. "Doctor, you said he would live longer!" You accused as anger rose inside you.

"I didn't said anything, Your majesty. I just calculated his time if he's ever gonna be alive till tomorrow" he said calmly and walked to your father. He checked him up. He stood up and looked at you melancholy.

"He's gone, Your majesty. I'm so sorry." He looked down. A pang of hurt simply struck your heart that made your knees tremble. You feel nausea and almost stumble but you caught yourself soon before hitting on the cold hard ground.

It seems like the world just ended, leaving you behind in the pitch black, horrified space, and surrounded yourself with loniless. You knelt beside your father's bed and hugged him tight for the last time. You cried and cried until your eyes are dry. The guards and Doctor Besson moved out to give you some space, which is really appreciated.

"You told me that you won't leave me.." you said through tears. "But, here you are. Leaving me just like everybody." The day you thought is bad, became bitter and worse. You couldn't help but curse at life, just like any other day.

You just want to be happy and not worry 'bout a thing, and there you are- lifting the burden of sadness on your shoulders again.

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The funeral came so quickly, the royals from the north came by to say their condolences, all you did was 'nod' in silence- trying to block everybody. I'm sure they'll understand. You thought. The breeze hugged with comfort, you look down to see the grave of your father with a tombstone written:

[We're not gonna put your actual parent's because that would be insulting and very offensive so we'll just gonna put a 'name']

In loving memory of