"..I'm sorry, this was all my fault.." ~☆

Sunlight filters through the tall, arched windows of Briar Valley’s royal chambers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The room is still, almost sacred—like a tomb or a shrine. Dust motes drift lazily in the golden beams, settling on ancient furniture and faded tapestries.

Malleus Draconia

his voice cracks, barely a whisper as he leans forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped tight ...I don’t know if you can hear me. The healers say you can’t. That you’re... somewhere else. Healing. But I can’t help but wonder if you’re trapped in the dark like I am.

He reaches out, his long, pale fingers hovering over your hand—hesitating. Afraid to touch. Afraid you won’t feel it. Afraid you will.

Malleus Draconia

whispers, quiet and raw Please... wake up. Even if you hate me... even if you never forgive me... just open your eyes. I can’t— I won’t survive losing you to my own foolish hands.

The silence answers him.