One Hundred And Three

Raven

It had been two long days since Vlad's unconsciousness, and the more the hours went, the more my heart ached with fear. It was so difficult to see the one I loved on the bed unconscious without any sign of life in him, with the tubes and wires connected to his frail body.

I couldn't tear my gaze away from his pale and fragile face, searching for any sign that would give me hope.

My mind was in turmoil. Vlad was young and would be nineteen in a few months. Why would the universe allow this to happen to someone so young and innocent?

I couldn't give up on him, not after all the pain we had gone through. Unfortunately, his father was beginning to lose hope. I saw it in his voice, his actions, and mannerisms. And because I had no one to support me, I was beginning to doubt myself as well.

I watched the king stand on the other side of the bed with sorrowful eyes. The stake had struck dangerously close to Vlad's heart, and not the center of his heart.

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