He was sitting at his desk in front of him hundreds of urgent papers and documents that he had to sign, but his thought was occupied elsewhere, precisely where she was, for two full months he had not seen her, two months of torment that he spent in remorse and regret, since that night in which he almost lost her during the birth of their young child.

Those heavy moments that nearly stopped his heart as he saw her in pain, and he had nothing to relieve her.

From then on he hadn't seen her, he could not tire her anymore by seeing his unpleasant face for her, at some point he had to face his feelings, from the beginning it was love from one side.

He never got the slightest attention from her, always that empty look facing him.

He never saw her eyes shining brightly, or even saw a single smile on her lips since he knew her.

The five years and a half he spent with her; she was more like inanimate object than human beings, her eyes were always hollow with no feelings.

He had never seen her gaze to their children with a tender look, but rather she did not even look at them.

She was only committed to her duty in that diplomatic marriage, she would stay with him, she would give birth to his children but would never give him her heart, and he was the idiot who had loved her from the first moment he saw her before their marriage, when her smile filled her face and the glow of fun in her eyes was dancing, when she was running and laughing in the garden of her palace like a fairy that came out of a forest, but it all ended with their marriage.

Both of them were bound by this marriage to preserve the existing relations between their two kingdoms.

But she became very different, that smile disappeared and replaced by stagnation.

He never knew what to do to restore her smile, no matter how much he tried, her outlook did not change, and in front of the face of her inertness he gives up, he treated her as coldly as she treated him, and he preferred to keep his feelings away from her.

If he was not obligated to have a girl in order to officially receive the throne, he would never have tried to approach her.

It was a strange will that his father left for him to implement it, a will that enabled his opponents to raise their voices to block him, he could not get that girl that his father wanted, during those years they had four children, but all of them were male.

This increased the voices of the opponents. They wanted to demarcate his eldest child as crown prince, who would control until he reached the age of majority and be a legitimate ruler.

That was his biggest problem. He could not leave the country in the hands of these hyenas to devour its bounties.

Also he could not force himself to approach another woman except her, this was impossible; therefore, he had no choice but to fight against them until he found a loophole which through he could run out, only if his father's will was not enforceable until his rule became legitimate.

A long sigh emanated from him, he closed his eyes tiredly and rested his left hand on the side of his head, he was very tired and things were getting worse.

- your Majesty.

The voice of his closest assistant took him out of his distraction.

- What's up, Rayphon, say whatever you want.

He opened his eyes tiredly and looked at his helper, who, unlike his usually calm attitude, was anxious.

-There was an incident that took place in the palace today, my lord, and I came to inform you of it.

A long, tired sigh emanated from him.

- Well, say what you have.

- It's the Queen ....

- What ?!

The king said it emotionally, which frightened his assistant and pushed him to continue quickly

-Today, Her Majesty has an accident, the lady in waiting  found her injured and unconscious in front of the little prince's room, and there was no other person, as it appears, the cause of her injury is unknown and.....my lord.

The assistant called him after he rushed out of the room, his steps were plundering the land, and thoughts ravaged his head, (Is she okay, how deep her injury is, rather how dare someone hit her inside his palace?!)

Moments and he was in front of her wing, he opened the door violently, which terrified the doctor and the lady in waiting in the room, but he did not care.

His eyes were looking for something, moments and he found her, his eyes were searching for her, his torment, she was asleep on the bed, her features relaxed.

She looked like a mermaid sleeping on the surface of the sea, her hair stole from the sea, its waves and spreading them as a pillow, her defined eyebrows were a light brown color, and her closed eyes looked like curtains with thick eyelashes of dark color hiding the amethyst stones behind them, and the nose was small straight, and her lips from their reddish strawberries got jealous, he stood contemplating her dazed for a moment, he forgot what he had come for, and his eyes followed her part by part, until he reached her bandaged wound, at that time he remembered, his eyes widened and his bleeding heart lost after its pounding.

-How did it happen, how did you allow this to happen, weren't you responsible for her safety ?!

His voice looked calm and then soon rose to roars, until the elderly doctor almost lost his breath, but the women did not shake the shadow of her face, maintaining its usual coldness, as she answered him with her calm voice.

-She insisted that she go alone to see Prince Killian, I tried to go with her but she refused, after a while I felt that she was late so I went to see her, and so I found her lying in front of the prince's room unconscious and there is a wound above her chest, I called the guards quickly and we took her to her room and then ordered the doctor to come, and this is all what has happened your Majesty.

He was very angry. Angry as hell, and that maid with her coldness only works to increase his anger, his eyes turned to the doctor standing in the corner of the room, hoping to tell him what to quench a little from his increasing revolt, the poor doctor's prey trembled as he faced the king's fiery gazes.

- And you answer me, why she still unconscious until now.

- Don't worry, my lord, she is just ...

- She is just what ?! .....

-Sleeping.

The doctor answered with rapid breathing.

-What ?!

This time the king was surprised as he asked.

-As I heard, my lord, she is only asleep, the wound that Her Majesty was subjected to was only external and would not have any trace within a few weeks, but it seems that Her Majesty was exhausted because of what she had been subjected to, so she is asleep.

The doctor answered quickly as he wiped his sweat, and his answer seemed to finally satisfy the angry king and cause him to give up his furrows.

-Everyone  out.

- But Your Majesty ...

It was the lady in waiting who tried to object, but the king did not give her time.

- I said outside, now.

- Come on, Mrs. Rochas. We do not want the king to be angry again.

Thus, the objector maid was pulled out by the terrified doctor, and finally none remained in the room.

He approached her with a change in his gaze, and nostalgia appeared in the depth of his eyes. He grabbed a brown tuft of its falling hair and gently bent it between his fingers and then brought it close to his nose, it was strange for him to smell her scent after so long that he had been absent from it, his yearning heart was writhing in his chest scolding him for the long absent from his beloved, but his mind sighed (This is better you only increased her pain, and you could not even protect her, what is this right that you give yourself after you almost lost her again?!)

He left her tuft to hold her hand and cover it gently, and the words came from his mouth:

-Sorry, I couldn't even protect you, and I promised not to allow anything to harm you, and here I have failed again, I don't know why whenever I tried to please you I would expose you to more pain, but this time believe me, I will not let who did this to you, I will find him and punish him so that he wishes death and not find it, just wait and be confident that I will fulfill my promise to you.

This was the last thing he said before spreading his sorrowful gaze and going to fulfill his promise, leaving her to her long nap.

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Writing of Sostalien.

translation of Ema- rainha.