145 Tongue Ripped Out

"Your Majesty," Weston warily commented, holding a newspaper in his hand. He wasn't sure if this was the best time to announce the good news, because it revolved around the Queen who had been in a coma for two weeks now. 

Elias did not respond. He remained seated by the bed, a position he had resumed for days now. Every time he finished his paperwork, he went straight to her bedside. The problem had worsened so much that he brought all his workload into his bedroom, just so that he could watch over her. 

"Go tell him," Weston hissed at his younger brother. He nudged Easton forward, sending his frail twin stumbling over his own feet.

"No, you tell him!" Easton groaned, quickly hiding behind his brother. He was too terrified to go towards the King.