"Milady, your infection has grown worse. Should I send for Lord Quan—?"
"No, just leave me be…" It was obvious that was meant to be exclaimed, but Lady Sun's strength had grown weak. Hesitant, the nurses granted her wish and bowed before leaving the room.
Lying on her bed, Lady Sun Shangxiang was dying. She had survived several wounds and injuries before, but this was different. Left untreated for too long, the gash in her stomach became infected. The best medical employees of Wu and Shu combined tried their best to treat her, but the infection grew out of the medical treatment of that age. Laying in the same bed for several weeks - the very bed she slept in as a child - it was evident that it was now her death bed.
She did not wish for her brother to see her in this state. He had a war to focus on. Besides, even now, the princess' pride got the best of her, wishing to be remembered as the strong, incredibly passionate warrior that she was.
It pained her to breathe. Weakly raising her covers, she examined the very source that was stealing her life. What was once a small piercing expanded into a massive, dark bruise, occupying most of her stomach and hip. A small amount of puss seeped through the infection, sticking to her covers. Putting the blanket back down, Shangxiang shivered as the wet spot touched the wound once more.
The pain was absolutely unbearable. Why has death not claimed her yet? The sooner she was gone, the more likely that she would not have to deal with saying goodbye to her friends and family. All the people that she met throughout her life - that was her greatest accomplishment.
But would that be it? Years from now, would anyone remember her? She made no true impacts throughout this war; would her name go down through history? She did not want to be like a scroll long forgotten. Unfortunately, she had little choice in the matter. Her time was coming to an end, and all of her accomplishments up to that point were all that matter.
Please, let the pain end soon…