( No Title )
The pain was far away now, and unimportant. What was important was the touch of his sister’s hands on him, and the sweet sound of her voice as she held him in her lap, singing gently.
This was all Alfred had wanted. All he had waited for. If he had to have a final moment, then he was glad that it could be this. His one regret was that he would be leaving Alexia all alone.
With the last of his strength, he reached up and touched her shining face.
“My beautiful queen,” he whispered.
His light faded. Hers remained.
–
Written for Febuwhump day 13 (alternate) prompt: Last words
Discussion ¬