[Lan Fan can hear as he turns, his steps receding. She exhales heavily near Ling's neck, the coppery smell of his blood filling her nose. Her legs shake, her arms scream for holding his weight like this, but she refuses to fall there at the door and pushes forward in a rush to his room, setting him on top of the bed there.]
[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
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Date: 2013-01-07 02:42 am (UTC)[She gasps for air, trying to hold back from sobbing, her forehead still pressed close to his face.]
Idiot prince... what have you done...?
[She slipped down onto her knees at the side of the bed, lifting her flesh hand to cup his cheek and pull him in closer.]
A king is no king without his people--but the people are lost without their king...
[She finally let her tears fall.]