Talim was not waking up. The body of the queen was still inanimate and cold, her arm was falling to the side. It seemed like there was nothing to do anymore for her. Ëmie tried to shake her, put more blood from the cup into her mouth, and she tried to place her arm directly to her lips. The only thing she managed to do was make a big mess of everything around and stain the couch, her dress, and Talim's dress with blood.
"Why don't you come back? Please," Ëmie begged, but nothing happened. The little queen didn't hear her pleading and didn't answer. Ëmie sat on the floor and leaned her back against the couch, she was facing her failure, tears rolling down her cheeks, "I am so sorry!" She cried, burying her head in her hands.
