Elara’s POV~“I don’t feel hungry,” I whispered to the maid, my fingers still intertwined around my father’s loose hand. His skin was cold, but not as cold as yesterday. It was a sign. I hoped, at least, that it was a sign.The chambermaid curtsied, with the tray still in her hands. “It is from your mother, my lady. She insists that you eat.”I shook my head, looking at his face, hoping to see some fluttering of an eyelid, a grunting smile, but nothing. The room was still.“My lady, please. Only a little,” the maid insisted again, her words still gentle but insistent.A tired sigh left my chest. “Fine. Leave it here, then. I’ll eat it later.”She nodded and set the tray down on a side table, exiting as she did. The door clicked closed behind her, and silence returned to embrace me. I breathed in sharply and lay my head against the side of the bed.“Father,” I whispered, squeezing his hand tight, “the healers said it would take time for the herb to work. I don’t know how much. I, I do
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