Emily’s POV The King’s body was brought back and he was badly stabbed. The seer was trying her best to bring him back to consciousness and I just sat there crying. What if he died? And he never gets to see his child? Why did I lie that the child wasn't his? Currently sitting beside him on the bed, the seer said it was left for him to respond to the antidote or not. I needed more than that, I had been a crying mess for a while and all I wanted was for her to console me, I needed her to tell me that her antidote was going to work and not keep me in suspense. I took his hands into mine “Hey, I need you to wake up please, I am so sorry that I ran away, sorry I said that the child wasn't yours. Maybe when you wake up we will talk this over, because right now, we don’t have time. You need to tell me what to do. Please, wake up!” I cried, as tears poured down my cheeks again. His skin felt cool under my fingers. I felt guilty for hurting him. I should be the one waking up with a broken ar
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