Love comes in many forms.
Speaking about it, imagining it, and melting at the mere prospect of it can leave you giddy with its richness.
But defining it, expressing or experiencing it - that's a different game.
Elijah - the heir to the throne of...
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Rhea's temperature had gone down to extremely low levels, but the healers refused to say anything as they rapidly worked around her while she was still unconscious.
I had apparently thrown too much of a 'tantrum' to see my best friend wake up again, repeatedly demanding to have at least water splattered on her face. The royal healer - master of all the healers - seemed so distressed by my presence that it made Aaliyah drag me out of my own bedroom, and now, I was still a disturbed mess as I kept walking up and down frantically in front of my closed chamber doors.
"Eli, she's going to be fine. That hot-headed woman isn't going to leave this world unless the God of Death himself comes down to drag her to the pits of hell. Not that I'm suggesting she deserves to go to hell, but-"
"Shutup, Lia. I am in no state to listen to your careless jokes right now, so I suggest you make your way out of my sight right now before I throw you off the balcony!"
Lia immediately closed her mouth, a flicker of hurt visible in her eyes. She left with a nod and a subtle huff, and I couldn't do anything but slide down the door, leaning my back against it in fatigue.
I drew my legs to my chest, breathing out a long sigh as I thought about Rhea.
What was she thinking?
It was an incredibly lucky coincidence that me and Zyanna found her when we did, because who knows what could have happened if she had laid there unconscious too long with no one knowing where she was.
What if something could still happen to her? If only I could have found her earlier on, then perhaps she could have still been-
Suddenly, the coldness surrounding me became encased by a strong flare of warmth, as a body brushed against my shoulders, coming to sit down next to me.
"Zyanna. What are you still doing here? Do you need anything? Is your stomach-"
She stopped me by gently placing her hand on top of mine, spreading her fingers over my tense knuckles.
"She's going to come back all well, Prince Elijah. You'll see."
I gave her a tight-lipped smile, shaking my head at her. "We don't know that for sure, Zyanna."
"You definitely may not, but I do know for sure. I checked the Princess' breathing before she fully dove into unconsciousness, and what I saw and heard were strong, determined breaths, even when they were fading," She tightened her hold on my palm, smiling at me with a spark of an unknown emotion held far away from her eyes. "I know the difference between a mere faint and eternal rest. The princess is coming back well, whether you like it or not."
Then her smile broke violently, and she leaned closer, intensely studying my face. "Also, this look on your face - just sad and dispirited - it makes you look...horrifyingly ugly,"I glared at her,butshe only beamed at me with raised brows. "Unscrunch those facial muscles, or you're going to give the poor girl inside an actual attack when she opens her eyes."
