I watched the sun set with Zidane drifting in and out of consciousness, my hand buried in his all through. He couldn't eat or drink anything, and I started to grow anxious. I slowly turned to him. He was asleep again, and I sighed, closing my eyes.
A knock on the door caused me to open my eyes, and I immediately stood up. Slowly, I walked towards the door and opened it.
Queen Isabella was standing there, and she had a grim expression on her face.
"What are you doing here?"
"I am here to fight with you," she said, then walked past me, brushing my shoulder in the process. I turned as she walked towards Zidane, then slowly took my seat and leaned towards him.
"Zidane?"
I swallowed, closing the door, my eyes thinning as I watched her.
She leaned further, then brought her hand forward,
