My heart ached for the death of Sweet Corn. It is a it is necessity for the plot I’ve in mind.
I knew that it was futile to have the physician come. He’s an hour away from here. It’ll take two hours before he arrived. I kept hanging on the hope that Sweet Corn can be saved.
“I’m really sorry, Your Highness. This lowly one can’t save your baby.”
Deep in my heart I knew it already. Hearing it from him, I went hysterical. He gave me something and all went black before my eyes. (more…)