She has lost too much blood. Even if the surgery gets completed successfully there is no guarantee that ...

Izana Wistalia had never felt like this. So powerless and utterly helpless. Even in the worst condition he remained calm and composed. He never allowed himself to crack. He never fell apart.

From the very young age he had duties to perform, heavy burden of responsibilities to carry on. He devoted his life to the throne, suppressing his own wishes. Not for once he complained. Not for once he questioned his fate. He accepted it, always remaining within the limits that were drawn for him. He always acted what was expected of him. He had became the king that people would look up to.

But for once when he tried make the decision for himself, grabbed the chance given by the fate itself and now this was what given back to him? It was like all the forces of the world laughing at him for thinking what he did was right.

When finally his loneliness was drifting away, when finally he was living a life he wanted to, why this had to happen? Why?

His hands tightly clenched into fists, anger flowed through his veins. The pain of he couldn't protect her was overwhelming. It was burning in his chest like a growing fire in the forest. With all the power he had, he couldn't do anything for her.

In a time like this, his father's words were coming back to him, adding more pain to his situation.

Feelings, attachements can only bring pain and grief. Its a sign of a weakling. And person with such weakness can never be a king that people would proud of. Its better if you don't involve yourself in a situation where you can't control your emotions. There is no place for love in a life to the throne.

His father was right. He knew this all of his life and still got himself involved with her. He didn't listen to him. He had became the victim of the twisted fate.

But was she worth it? And the answer came was yes. She was. Because she did something that no other person could have done in her place. If it wasn't for her, only god knew what would have happened.

But still, he couldn't feel vulnerable. He composed himself, wearing that kingly mask again. He needed to look strong like he always did, to support and guide everyone to follow him. For the people who depended on him, for his responsibilities and duties, he wouldn't allow himself to shatter. Even not for her.


Morning sunrays bathed the castle in glinted light as the day began. Maids, servants and other officials in the palace were quickly back to their work. Despite the situation they faced yesterday, despite the tension they were feeling now they couldn't allow themselves to sit back and rest .They needed to work, they needed to perform their duties. Just like their king, who was back in the royal court to perform his duty in spite of his wife's condition.

Everyone who saw him last night had felt fear crippled within them. The aura he radiated was deadly. He was angry. Why wouldn't he be? His wife was dying. And still now, it was expected of him to act calmly.

Fortunately, the surgery was successfully completed, however, any signs of her waking up were nowhere to be found. The whole castle was heavily affected by the situation. Every person in the castle knew if it wouldn't for her they wouldn't have survived this attack. They had witnessed her bravery yesterday and the word of the attack was spreading into the capital rapidly.

Meanwhile, the court was filled with full of important people. They wanted explanations, answers and investigation of the incident needed to be done.

"All the goods and valuables are retrieved back from the place, with all the secret -hidden pathways are sealed for time being." A soldier anounced standing in middle of the court.

With that further discussion of the attack was started in front of royal council.

The lord of sui, mikage, was ordered to be imprisoned. He didn't get the punishment of death, as after all, he helped in the mission of retriving the king. His intentions weren't evil and he proved his loyalty. But he did help the enemy so he needed to be punished for his doings. It wasn't an easy decision to make for izana himself. But he didn't favour him on any basis.

Next in the court, discussion about two assassins been held, who managed to flee while attempting to kill the queen. It was supposed that queen might had been checking on the deposed lord who later found dead. It was suspected that assassins didn't want something to be revealed that's why they killed him or maybe there was something else to it. Which could only be find out from queen herself. She was the one who could tell if she knew something.

Also, there was high possibility someone within castle might be involved in this. If not, then getting information about all the hidden pathways wouldn't have been possible for the enemy. So they needed to be more cautious about everyone. With regards to that castle's security was also doubled.

After the court was dismissed, lord haruka spoke to Izana, "We need to inform about her majesty's condition to alarecia."
Haruka was surprised that he hadn't said anything about it yet. It had to be done in the first place.

"Not now."

"Pardon, your majesty."

"At the time I'll leave for sui and rid, send the message."

Alarecian prince was the last thing he wanted to have here in a time like this. If he saw his sister in her unconscious condition, handling him won't be possible for anyone. So it was better to inform him later.

As after few days, Izana would leave for sui and rid by the time zen would have came back from wilant. Izana was planning on overseeing the situation there by himself. After all, the incident had hurt his pride, questioned his leadership and indicated king's failure. So he needed to act on. Fortunately, there was not serious fatalities or damage to the kingdom, that's why people in the royal council were calm. If not, handling them would have been difficult for him.

He left the throne room as soon as his conversation with lord haruka was over. Unexpectedly, after stepping outside he found yerin standing there.

"Stop!"
The girl exclaimed and stood in front of the king.

It was not her place to be there. Let alone, talking with the king was out of the question. But the girl didn't listen. The maids and soldiers tried their best to convince her but got no luck.

Izana looked down at the figure of girl emotionlessly, taking in the pain and tears that flickered through her small orbs.

"When she will wake up?"
Her voice was painful. So much painful like it felt she would start crying the next moment.

Everything that happened yesterday had great effect on her. She was not in the right state of mind.

"Answer me!" she pleaded while tears started to fill her eyes which wetted her eye lashes.

He was in no position to answer her. His expression didn't change. He was hardly managing to keep himself composed, showing no emotions what so ever and remaining indifferent.

"Yerin!" haruka yelled furiously appearing from behind, through the double doors of the throne room.

The soldiers stationed outside shuddered with fear, while some servants and maids which were silently watching the situation from aside, immediately turned around and busied themselves in their work.

"My apologies, your majesty."he bowed to the king, dragging the girl away from him.

Wordlessly, Izana walked away, leaving father and daughter behind.

Later, after getting away from the prying eyes, haruka took his daughter to his room. He hugged the girl to his chest as she continued to sobb.

"She would be fine. Don't worry." he spoke softly in her ears, comforting her.

He could never forget what queen had done for him, for his daughter. How much he hated to admit, but he was wrong about her.


The smell of healing hurbs was brutally surrounded in the royal inffirmary. All the pharmacists and herbalists were taking care of the injured soldiers.

Garack was especially taking care of anna, who was admitted in the special room for the treatment. Last night had been quite rough. She had to witness her painful screams as she screeched in pain during the surgery. Even after trying her best to treat her she was still helpless. As she expected and feared, til now there was not slightest improvement. She was still unconscious..

"How is her condition now?"
Garack heard and automatically her head turned to see the person entering the room.

"Its the same, your majesty." she answered, hopelessly, stepping aside from the bed where she was observing queen's condition.

He walked past her and then stood near the bed. He moved the draperies away from the eyesight hich hung from the bed, getting a better view. He looked at his wife at the same time he heard garack speaking from behind.

"There's no need to worry. Eventually she would wake up. It may take a while but we shouldn't loose hope."

Maybe she would never wake up. But garack couldn't dare to tell him that. There was a possibility she may remain in this coma situation rest of her life.

"Is it your way of consoling me or giving a false hope?"he retorted back, while his gaze intensively fixed on unconscious figure of his wife.

"Have faith."she said, "It's the only thing I can say to you. "

Honestly, he was trying hard to have faith. But he couldn't bring himself to do so. Because later, he feared to left with nothing but a void of emptiness.

After a while, garack couldn't bare to watch him and she left him alone. Because what she saw in him was desperate and powerless man, stripped off his title and power, who couldn't do anything.

Silently, for brief time, he sat next to her. Painstakingly, with every passing moment, his mind began to pull up the recollection of past memories.

One specific memory started cutting through him, gaining a force of painful ache with every heartbeat.

Her skirts swept the marble floor, fluttering around her as she ran through the corridors of the castle. Maids who tried to catch her got nothing but air in their hand. The girl was just recovered from the bruises she got after falling in the library, three days ago.

She was carrying flowers in her hands which she collected after spending hours in the royal garden. They were of pink roses, white lilies, light red carnations and jasmines arranged beautifully altogether.

Reaching first prince's study room, she stepped inside without permission. As expected, she found him engulfed in reading a book.

He looked at her, a frown formed on his forehead. She shouldn't have been here.

After his father's warning to stay away from her he took great efforts to avoid her. But seeing her now, smiling, walking towards him; something in his changed. He couldn't tell her to leave.

Anyway, tomorrow she would leave for alarecia. It wouldn't hurt if he spent little time with her, would it? He tried to convince himself.

"Please forgive me for what happened. "She spoke softly in apologetically manner."It must have caused you inconvience."

So she was here to apologize. And did she just offered him flowers, asking for forgiveness? What a adorable way, he thought to himself silently. But then he hastily pushed that thought of his mind before he could allow himself to surrender to her attempts to be friendly with him.

"Its fine. There's no need for it." he stated, refusing to take the flowers.

She didn't understand his resistance. But she wasn't the one to give up easily. After all, she was stubborn and persistent.

"Ohh,"she mused to herself, "But it would be waste if they wilt just like that." she pouted in disappointed.

"Atleast let me put them into a vase." she further requested, pointing at the vase next to the bed.

Now, he couldn't say no to her.

"Go ahead. If thats what you want."he finally spoke, favouring her wish.

She hurried and put the flowers into the vase delicately without causing a single petal to fall.

"Prince Izana..."she turned back and looked at him after finishing the task.

"Yes?"

"Thank you for bearing me during this time." she said smiling clumsily. "I loved to have your aquaintance."

Scene played in front of him like her farewell to him. But no matter what would happen, he couldn't let her go. Stop thinking it's over, he repeated in his head again and again. He would fight this twisted fate of his. He wouldn't loose faith. He couldn't let her go.


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Meaning of flowers : -

Pink roses - gratitude

Lily - purity

Carnations (light red) - admiration

Jasmine - beauty and sensuality