"Please, I implore you," her pupils shriveled, the healing cast a few minutes prior broke, "-Igna, your choice," she coughed, "-time is nigh, I was able to achieve my father and I's dream of unifying Hidros. We're one on paper, and I sadly don't see any collaboration between the people. Add to it the turning of a new age, I'm not suitable to rule, I've outstayed my welcome. Stop running away," her frail fingers dug into his palm, skin cracked and blood flowed, '-for use to use so much force on her dying bed,' he inhaled, rose his chin at the gathered guests, "-I understand," he cupped her trembling palms.
"Igna," Aceline's visage swapped, "-don't tell me," her lower-eye reddened – her cheeks of which was braced by makeup flushed worryingly. A decision of such a scale needed to be thought over, he calmly patted her hands and gaze into her stern resolve.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled at Aceline.
