"Zidane?" I said, my voice shaky, my hand coming to his face.
That was when I saw it. He had turned pale, his veins popping out unhealthy strings of green all over his forehead. I gasped and fell back, my chest heaving hard, my eyes wide. He stayed on the edge of the bath, his hand dangling over it, his eyes closed.
Maybe I should have eaten that. Maybe I shouldn't have tried to avoid it and...
The tears stung the back of my eyes as I pushed myself on my knees and crawled back to him, my chest heaving hard. I tried to pull him out of the bath, but I was no match for him. How potent could that poison be for it to have the prince of darkness this way?
It didn't make sense. At all.
I stood up and ran out, the tears blurring my vision.
"Your majesty!" I yelled, running down the stairs.
