"Why did you do that? Why risk your life for someone like me?" I asked the king when he finally woke.
He has been in a coma for a week, during that time I can barely sleep. I'm not sure if it is guilt that kept me awake, for that should have been me in his stead.
I couldn't think of any other possible reason except that I'm guilty, there could be no possible reason except that.
So when he finally woke, when his eyes finally fluttered open, relief wash over me. I've never been more thankful except for when I finally heard his voice again.
"And what are you, Yuki? Who do you think you are to me?" Jiro said, his voice faint but steady, and his bright golden eyes fixed on mine.
"I'm a witch. I'm your enemy," I reminded him, but avoided his eyes. For some reason, what I just said doesn't feel right.
