They came in and checked his pulse. They said I had to let him go and that he was dead, but I couldn't, I wouldn't. I can hear my mom crying behind me, but I stayed strong because I believe that he isn't dead, just sleeping. I stayed seated by my father, holding his cold hand. "My Lady... you have to let go... he is gone. Now, may he Rest In Peace.",stated the Physician. It pissed me off hearing him say those words. "Don't you dare speak ill of the King! He is alive and well, he is just sleeping! Now I demand you all to leave this room at once!",I yelled. They all walked out of the room hesitantly, leaving me once again alone with my father, yet it felt like he wasn't even in the same room as me. "Father... you can wake up now... They are all gone. And I'm still here with you. Please don't leave me... I can't loose you now. Wake up... I said WAKE UP! NOW FATHER! WAKE UP!",I cried. He still laid there, lifeless, cold. I got up to blow out the candles because I thought that maybe he'd wake up when it goes suddenly dark. He will wake up because he isn't dead, it's just pretend. I mean, he is really good at playing dead. I blew the last candle out and it was completely dark. The only light in the room came from the moon. Everything else was pitch black and cold. I walked up to father's bed and he still hasn't moved an inch. He was still as cold as death itself, he still seemed lifeless. "Your not going to wake up are you? Because you really are dead. No, you can't be dead, I won't allow you to die. I forbade it. Your alive just unconscious and cold." I cried. I walked away from his bed and fell to the floor, unable to control my own body. I laid on the cold, dirty floor, curled up in a ball, and I cried. Finally accepting his death, finally accepting the fact that he is really gone. He is dead. He is gone. And I can't do anything about it. "He is dead", I mumbled, barely speaking. I repeatedly said those three words as a rocked myself in the dark, cold room.
I couldn't fall asleep at all. It was too cold, but I felt like I didn't deserve to live. I'd rather slowly freeze to death, than live. It was morning, and I heard a knock on the door. "Go away! Nobody is allowed in this room until the day I die!",I ordered. The door didn't open, but someone spoke from the other side of the door, saying, "Your Majesty... you need to eat. Your mother ordered me to make sure you are fed well. Please let me come in to serve you." A kind and gentle voice spoke to me. I was very hungry, but I wasn't in the mood to eat. I just want to lay here on the cold, filthy floor, and sleep. I tried to answer her, but I was freezing and felt so weak and tired. "Your Majesty?",the servant spoke. I couldn't answer, I was in so much pain. I am so cold, and hungry. Every part of my body is either numb or in pain. Is this what my father felt when he was dying? I heard someone knock on the door again, but this time it didn't stop. The sound from the servant knocking on the door, asking for a response started to put my to sleep. I wanted to find warmth in this cold, deadly room. "Mmmff... ughhmm...",I mumbled trying to speak to tell her to stop, but the words just didn't come out. My eyelids were heavy, my chest was tight, and I was cold, so cold. I used up all my strength to pull my hand up to my chest. I felt so weak. So tired. So dead inside. My heartbeat was starting to slow down as my consciousness gave up on me. The very last thought that went through my mind, was if Daniel was safe...
Daniel's point of view:
Princess Astrid won't allow anyone in, but she is no longer answering the door. Astrid needs to eat, and she needs to be strong for the good of this kingdom. I decided to disobey her order, and I pulled open the door, and when I did, it smelled like death, it felt cold, and I saw her lying on the ground stiff. "Princess!",I screamed.i ran towards her, fell onto my knees, and I pulled her up to my body to warm her up. She was freezing cold, just like the room. I felt her heartbeat slowing down, and it scared me. Why? I don't know, maybe because she stole my heart without permission, or that she is literally accident-prone. She was grieving for the loss of her father. And now, she might die from grieving. I stood up, lifting her up into my arms, and carried her into a warm room. "No! My darling! My Child! No! Not you, too! Not you, my dear!", Queen Mother cried when she saw me carrying her unconscious, cold Daughter. The Queen Mother was now six months pregnant, and her belly had grown so much. "Queen Mother, I promise you that she is okay. She just needs warmth and food. Please relax, the stress is hard for the baby.",I said. She nodded her head in agreement. The Queen Mother walked along with me quietly. We walked into Astrid's bedroom and I laid her down on the bed. The Queen Mother laid beside her daughter, and hugged Astrid, trying to warm her up. I lit all the candles that were brought into the room, and I started a fire in her fireplace. The room soon became very warm and Astrid's skin was turning back to normal. The Queen Mother still laid beside her daughter wrapped in blankets. I had a servant prepare a feast for Astrid in her bedroom. I just hope this will be enough to revive her.