A little boy with a foamy mouth and redness around the lips, looking almost blue, lay on the couch in the Crown Princess Consort's welcoming room. His little chest heaved up and down weakly, and his breathing became labored the more the clock ticked.
Luciana's loud voice rang out as she paced around the little prince, her composure slipping with each step. The poise and etiquette she had spent years mastering vanished into thin air, leaving only the raw intensity of her emotions seeing the little Prince Authur like that.
"Who's there? Call the imperial physician; little Prince Authur is… There's something wrong with the prince. Hurry!"
The scene moved to when the imperial physician arrived. He took the pulse of the little prince and used his finger to pry open the little prince's shut eye and saw how white his eyes had become with his pupils nowhere in sight. He shook his head at Luciana.
