The Crown
I stir a little as a surge of warmth starts to spread across my body from my core. I relish the warm and relieving feelings. It is relieving my burnt spots and creating a new layer of skin over the scorched ones.
I slowly blink open my eyes and try to focus on the face right before me as it is all hazy and blurry.
"You are awake, Your Highness." Edward's anxious and worried voice rings beside my ear and an unknown disappointment clenches my heart.
You aren't the one I wanted to see right now, Edward…
I can still vaguely remember some scenes before I passed out completely. I saw Vermilion coming to me, acknowledging me, smiling at me. He smiled at me…?
The lone thought of it makes hundreds and thousands of butterflies bubble on the surface of my heart.
"Your Highness?" Phillip's stoic voice calls out to me with a hint of worry laced with it.
