One Hundred and Seven

Raven

Staying in the hospital sent a crushing despair to my heart and I feared the worst, especially because Vlad wobbled between life and death.

My expectations hung on a thin thread and seeing Vlad not responding was heart-wrenching and hopeless.

But the good news that Dimitri was dead somewhat quenched some of the ache of loss in my heart.

That monster deserved to be sent directly into the deepest parts of hell, with his balls cut off and stuck up his nose, a thousand times over for doing this to Vlad.

King Vladislav sat on a plastic stool, whispering into his phone. Dora, Vlad's nanny was overwhelmed by the news and collapsed immediately after she heard it. When she woke up, the king requested to speak to her.

While he was on the phone, I managed to sip the lukewarm coffee one of the nurses got from the hospital cafeteria, providing a much-needed caffeine boost.

The king sighed loudly, his face in a morbid gloom.

"So, how does it feel now that Dimitri is dead?" I asked in a lo