Gavrael's legs gave out as he crumpled to the ground on his knees at the sight of his beloved's lifeless form slumped on the ground. Her throat and wrists were slit, and looking from the cut made, he could tell that it was done very neatly and with one vicious slash right across from right to left. It was obvious that they had drained her of her blood.
There was the sound of his sword falling on the floor and Gavrael fell over her body. His entire being was shaking and the moment he held her in his arms, he wailed in utter agony, calling out her name, begging for her to wake up – over and over, each time getting louder as though in the hopes that he could shout out loud enough to wake her, literally from the dead.
But sadly, she did not open her eyes again. Her warm body had already turned icy cold in his warm embrace.
