Tell the King
ShortStory 7,384 words Recommended by 1 award/anthology source
"I watch the King sleep beside me and worry over the rapid movements behind her eyelids. The air in the bedroom smells faintly of something burning. My mouth is dry—I wet my lips and hold my breath so as not to disturb my King’s sleep. I can hardly see the faint blue hue of her lips behind the dull transparency of her breathing device."
Content warnings 1
death
Quasar links out; the story lives on BCS, where the author gets the click.