The King is sitting on the ground holding his head. Your horse gallop closer to him and you jump off your horse. You run to his side.
"Sire, are you okay?" He looks slowly up at you as if not registering that you're there. You put your hand on his shoulder and almost immediately his hand is on yours. You feel a gush of heat shooting through your being.
"Sire, can you hear me?"
"Hmm...Lady Winters, is that you?"
"Yes, Sire. Are you okay?"
"I...hmm...I'm fine..." You look at him and notice that he's not looking so good. His face is pale.
"Sire, you don't look so good. What are you doing sitting in the snow?" He tries to stand but then he falls down again. "Oh god, forgive me"
"For what, Sire?" He looks at you again and it's as if he sees you for the first time.
"Lady Winters?"
"Yes, Sire.....you're starting to worry me. Are you okay? Should I call someone??" You want to stand up and get help but he grabs your wrist. "No!"
