Queen Jane stood silently beside her husband's bed as the royal physician carefully examined the king.
It had started so suddenly that no one had taken it seriously at first, it was a slight pain in his stomach.
Nothing more.
The physicians had assumed it was something he ate or exhaustion from the endless council meetings.
But within a single day, the pain spread throughout his body.
His muscles weakened.His breathing became labored.
Soon, it was as though something unseen was crushing him from within.
King Calister could barely stand.Even speaking had become difficult.
Now he simply lay on the royal bed, his once-commanding figure reduced to a pale, fragile shell of himself.
The sight alone was enough to break Jane's heart.
For days, she had barely left his bedside.
The coronation ceremony had been postponed indefinitely.
With the king bedridden, the kingdom could not crown a new Crown Prince.
