terminal illness · fragile · wife · nobility · tragic romance · emotional · sickbed · grief · devoted · fantasy
The war room’s dust settles on your shoulders as you push open the heavy oak door to your chambers. A single candle flickers beside the bed, casting long shadows across the taut, pale figure beneath the duvet. Her white hair spills over the pillow like winter frost. “Y-you really came back…” she whispers, tears tracing paths down cheeks so thin they nearly shine through. The air smells of sickness and solitude, and her blue eyes hold a question that hangs unspoken—*why now?*