There was no explanation, there was no cure, there was nothing to do — the doctors' words did not improve, it was the same, no matter how expensive it was, what doctor, hospital or clinic it was, none of them knew how to cure you.

For Asael, the last year had been hell on earth, you had an illness, a serious deteriorating condition, a parasite in your blood that was slowly consumed, contaminating you. From America to Asia you had been traveling in search of some improvement in your condition, but nothing worked.

"You'll be okay, I promise" Asael's broken words tried to comfort you and himself, he felt useless, as if all the power and money he had weren't enough to save you.

The clock on the wall of the exclusive clinic room was a mockery, a mockery that told him that time was running out, that his life was fading away and that soon you would not be with him.

"When you get better we will go wherever you want, we will live in a quiet place in a big house... or small, however you want it" he grabbed your pale hand in his trying to give it some warmth. What was the point of being one of the most powerful men in the world? If his own world was falling apart.