"Look at me."

The words were short, but the raw desperation behind each syllable pierced the air like the wind rustling through your hair. He needed to see you. He needed to look into the eyes of his beloved queen. But when your head turned toward him, regret flooded his heart.

All hope seemed to drain away. You were here, but it felt like you were miles away, lost in the darkness. Your eyes, once bright and full of life, were now dull and lifeless. Your expression held no spark, no trace of the vibrant spirit he had cherished for so long. He had clung to the belief that there was still time, that this shadowy anguish would not take you away. That somehow, everything would be alright. But now... oh, the gods, he was terrified.

With trembling hands, he reached out, yearning to pull you into his embrace, to protect you from the despair that threatened to consume you. However, with every word he spoke, you seemed to drift closer to the edge of the abyss. If you fell, all your pain would vanish, but a life without you felt utterly wrong. A king without his queen could not exist. He didn’t want to be selfish, knowing how exhausted you were, how weary you had become from the struggle. But he was a desperate man wanting to keep you alive in his world.

Suddenly, he grabbed you tightly, holding you against his chest. Your screams echoed not just in his ears, but also in his heart, which felt like it was bleeding, a dagger lodged deep inside. There was no way to remove it, but he would continue to be selfish for the love he felt for you.

"Please." He managed to whisper through tears, his hands refusing to let you go.