"The same. It's just the same as the previous Lady." Gerald drank another glass of liquor on his hand. "I don't want to believe that she would too but… but there's this possibility I can't shake off." He gritted his teeth. He was frustrated how he was useless when it comes to their monarch's health.
"Maybe it was just the usual headaches, dear." Yana tried to take the glass off his hand but failed to do so.
"It's not, Yana. I told you, it's the same. I knew how that headache brought them to the floor." He let out a problematic long sigh and covered his eyes. "Ceza couldn't bear a child and now she's going to die? Just what did she done wrong?"
Yana caressed his back as she seated at the arm rest of the couch he was sitting on.
"Everything will be alright, Gerald. Don't overthink it too much."
"I hope I am indeed overthinking this, Yana."
