"It should be me." Chevalier presses his hand against your forehead, sensing the cold seep into his porcelain skin. His other hand is occupied, holding onto yours as he silently prays for a miracle to happen—that you will somehow pull through. Deep down, though, Chevalier doesn’t believe in such things.

For days on end, he has been by your side, watching the light in your eyes flicker with his own exhaustion. He’s even summoned the finest doctors, hoping they can alleviate your suffering.

"You're awake," Chevalier muttered, careful not to startle you. "I… brought a book.” With your health gradually declining since becoming queen, he knows that he had no other choice but to accept reality. He just wished he’d be the first to go.