#daamn

These two :3

‘Had I been in a state of mind last year like the one I am in now (it was different, though no less intolerable), my second suffering would have been removed and possibly the third too, but the first and one-half of the fourth would have grown to such proportions that it would have buried us all.’

Arthur stands high on the edge of the stairs, his eyes were cold and disinterested, like he was looking at a stray. And that stray is you.

You lower your body as to prepare to bow to him. But before you'd do so, his strong grips on both your arms forbade you to continue. You can't help but look up, and to your panic and sudden urge to escape, you see Arthur's analyzing the black vine crawling on wrists.

You immediately pull out your hands from it, looking away while Arthur still looks at you. Until he speaks.

"Morien," A few rough knocks on the ground made you turned your way to the souce. "If you would, prepare the Consort for a check-up immediately."

You feel dizzy at the moment to object. You try to recover yourself when Arthur's focus, isn't on you.

Only for you to close your eyes, and fall into a harsh whispering but the warmth.

You heard Arthur expressed——

"I would not have my consort to die today."