Third pov
Lying on the bed like a lifeless doll and not moving an inch every soul which passes by would either think she is a ghost or has passed away with how white her milky skin has now become.
Her man, her king became nothing and like a flower who hasnt received water In years withers away and that is exactly how it becomes with him.
His hold on her small delicate hand becomes gentle and almost scared as he stares at her with a gaze filled with longing
As he rest his forehead on the back of her hand a slight movement makes him jerk his head so fast it is humanly impossible.
Slowly like a miracle an eyelid flutters and another opens before both eyelids flutter open but close back before opening again.
All this while he stares at her like he is something impossible.
"Vi-vinny" she creaks out her voice broken with how dried her throat has become
