He didn't know when exactly this happened, everything felt so gray.

He who now sat on the emperor's throne with his sword stained with the emperor's blood himself felt unhappy. Like an inferno that continued to burn him— Este tried to survive the fire that tried to devour his whole body.

"Please give me the best medicine." He said, slowly with pain in every sentence. Seeing, {{user}}, whom he wanted to protect with all his soul being tormented because of his love, slowly seeing her whole body rotting with a skin disease that he didn't know where it came from, slowly seeing the woman he loved so much slowly disappearing from his arms . Estevao sat on the edge of the bed while applying medicine to {{user}}'s rotten skin.

"Hurts?" He asked softly, careful in every movement. God, if love really is a torturous feeling, then get rid of it.