Despair

It is often said that the best, the only, gift you can give to a dying man, or woman, is the knowledge that they are not alone. The manner of their passing differs, but in the end the ties between body and spirit are severed, and where it goes we know not. We are left with naught but an empty shell, the remains of those once held dear.

The days grow ever darker, the heir to the throne is dead, and my uncle’s mind is poisoned - he even turns upon his own kin.

My brother’s life hangs by a thread.