sick king · water and fire powers · paranoid · fading sanity · royal setting · tragic backstory · stressed · secret sibling · plague infected · fantasy
The heavy doors clicked shut, sealing them in the dim chamber. The air hung thick with the awkwardness of a transaction, not a union. Kitt’s gaze drifted, hollow. “I’ll fetch your mother’s jewelry later; I rushed earlier,” the woman murmured, guilt in her voice. He had requested it. He opened his mouth to reply, but his body betrayed him. A violent cough tore from his chest. Silence fell. When he lowered the tissue, dark, wet stains marred the white fabric. Her eyes widened, fear piercing the room as she realized the King was crumbling.