Lyne sat on the floor, placing Zeidan's head on her chest as she sobbed. Rubbing his head in circles and hoping that he was okay. She tore a part of her dress, tears rolling down her cheeks and soiling her dress. She was sweating despite the cool air around her.

Pressing the cloth on the sword wound, she got a reaction from Zeidan who coughed and looked like he had just woken up from consciousness.

"Zeidan? Zeidan!" She had never been so happy as she saw him open his eyes weakly.

"What has been going on, arrogant Queen?" Zeidan teased as he smiled, getting a light tap from Lyne.

But...