The hours ticked on by. Minute after minute passed, and they seemed to do so rather slowly. Things were quiet in the room as Edward recovered. The atmosphere was very dense, very sad and depressing. 

Edwards' body was half covered in bandages. His eyes were closed and he was asleep. His recovery was a little bit slow, but he was doing better already now that he was within the castle walls. Those within the castle hoped greatly that he would be better, and that was certain to happen. It was strongly believed that he would make a full recovery. 

Emily was relieved to hear that. But, she still worried greatly. She continued to frown with worry and such as she sat there by his bedside. She held his hand at times. Emily would not leave his side, not even for second. She did not eat. She did not drink any water. She did not sleep. Emily was too focused on Edward and his recovery to want such things. 


The prince started to get his color back after some time had passed. Emily noticed and hoped that that was a good sign. She, like the others there, wanted him to make a full recovery. The kingdom needed him. As the only heir left with a legitimate right to the throne, Edward needed to recover. They could not allow his surviving brother to take the throne. The kingdom would be doomed if he did. 


Her father had gotten word of what happened. He tried to make her return home with him. He wanted to marry her off and could not allow her to remain there any longer. She refused. She lied and said that she and Edward were already engaged. Her father became happy upon hearing those words, but then frowned, saying that if Edward did not recover, she was to marry another. Emily sighed and nodded, waiting for her father to leave, which he did after another moment or so. 


Emily resumed looking at Edward. She teared up. She bit her lip. She prayed for a miracle...