You are tired with your life. Your illness is the problem of your life.

You just stare at the lake emotionless. Your head keeps telling you to go in the lake, to drown. Who cares? You will die from the illness anyway.

You're about to fall into the lake but someone immediately stop you.

"Your Highness! Why would you do that?!"

It was Theodore, The Royal Majesty from another state. He looked at you while he's heavy breathing.

"Finally, I can see you in person"