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Jesifer's Breakdown
The night one day ago, before the morning that Jaino had awakened on Criselia's lap Flashback 01~
Small drops from the rainfall that is slowly ceasing. Exhaling the wind, Jesifer's lips smile. Her hands tightly cling to her elbows. Still wearing her royal dress, her teres and upper arm currently lean onto the column whereas her back to the wall. Her feet barely fit in the edge of the floor as down in the distance below shows a yard fill with flowers, a small fishpond, and the garden shade.
From the open window, she hears the creaking of door along by an old man's loud voice— “Duego, we can't blame our queen forever; she always warns us. Remember, she does her best for us to live at ease freely whatever we like.” —Hearing those words, Jesifer smiles, and tears flow from her eyes.
A different strong voice from another man, “But, brother...”
“This affects her career, additionally to her problems, everyone's problems actually. You know, she loves Yaume very much. Did you forget she offered her mother's name to your daughter? ...
“...She feels engraved also. Anyway, I'll be going. I need to settle things with Frehviesa. Her denying to leave the confinement room worries me. This gives me headache.”
“Okay brother; I'll follow you later.”
The door creaking as Jesifer climbs the window and goes inside the room, illuminated by the light of candles. The door shuts closed. She stares at the now has noticed white-bearded man wearing long flowing garment as she stands slowly.
“You have a strong urge for you to come in. Thick face as always my honored Queen?”
Jesifer gazes down. Her vision waves to the right to see the unconscious sleeping patient, Yaume Mea, half-bodily covers by long soft cotton blanket.
The man's fingers he holds to each side of his forehead as the other hand supports his opposite elbow. His breath hisses, and his eyes take a glimpse at Jesifer going near to his daughter. His feeling of anger circulates through his veins, yet his understanding barricades his strong emotions. “My Queen, please, help me have my wife and daughter back. They are my happiness. I don't want to lose them unsatisfied before me.”
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This Jesifer leans her elbow, burying on the mattress, and she caresses her hand to Yaume's forehead and to the hair. Her few tears drop on Yaume's cheek. In her thoughts, I'll save you. I promise.
Deep of the night, yet still awake, Jesifer sends some nobles each to every well-known physicians, scholars, and outstanding herbalists.
Some of the blessed selected associates, participating to the queen's request, have a meeting in Amahaon residence. These participating physicians, scholars, and herbalists argue and share their knowledge to each other to seek method, a solution for this unknown sickness that happens to Yaume Mea.
Daylight has come, not wasting time, Jesifer has went into the only and wide library building of the kingdom, where the gathering of scholars and different people in different vocations. She orders every person that she sees around to search for documents related to herself. Despite of her burning body, mind full of worries, and problems fused by minimum time she has; along with her feelings; anger, sadness, guilty, solitary; she continues to read each scroll containing paragraphs hardly structured archaically.
The warm from the recent cooked foods, around the table brought by the worried community, falls cold. And the harsh pain of her wounded lower arm she keeps ignoring.
The worried people around can't blurt her pitied situation, neither until the night comes.
Unable to find solutions, she has leaved the place as she walks back to the tower. Into the edge, the boundary between her room and her balcony, she sits while blankly staring at the flowers where she can imagine seeing herself teaching Yaume Mea crafting a crown of flowers, where she can imagine seeing her mother Yaume De Rosarok teaching her crafting the same.
From behind, zooming, Maritis appears and kneels. “My highness, this is bad news. I have a prophecy that the underworld will assassinate your brother.”
“Kill their leader and bring me his head.”
“... But—“ Anxiety in Maritis' eyes, she gazes down “—my highness...”
“Comeback in one piece if you ever fail.”
Maritis delights— “Thank you, my honored highness.” Her mouth opens, wanting to speak something, however the embodying emotions of sadness of her highness restrains her. She just smiles and disappears.
Another daylight comes; still not eating, lack of sleep, still deeply thinking, this Jesifer, wearing her disguise and wielding her giant blade, strolls in the wide rough ground area, surrounded by trees yet empty of people. She gazes at the morning sky.
I wish to end this world.
Mother ... you already warned me.
I tried to distance myself from my dearest ... yet, I still failed.
I want to save my people.
You told me; when people lost their life, the process is natural, and if there are evidences; death must be avoided.
But, I myself can't control myself.
Help me mother.
I want to save Yaume.
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When there's no one, we look for them
When we need them, we cry their name
Blessed in sickness, they are the hope
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