All men wanted at the edge of their death was someone to comfort them as they passed into that cold, distant dream. Ren had the ability to ease their suffering — both a gift and a curse bestowed upon her. With it, the princess had appointed herself a deathbed companion for those who required it and in the dead of night, she would answer their call.
She knew their death would come in her arms even before she saw their faces.
When the Magi had arrived at the hospital, it had been filled with patients. As they called to her, she came to them. One after the other until the floor was coated in a layer of fine ash. Now, there remained but a few left save for herself.
Stained rukh flitter in the air, some perched upon the walls. Her eyes shut and she lets out a softened breath as she slips a worn ring around her finger. Just as she had thought she was safe to leave, the door opens. Ren turns her head to look, her brows knit.
“What brings you here?”
She knew their death would come in her arms even before she saw their faces.
When the Magi had arrived at the hospital, it had been filled with patients. As they called to her, she came to them. One after the other until the floor was coated in a layer of fine ash. Now, there remained but a few left save for herself.
Stained rukh flitter in the air, some perched upon the walls. Her eyes shut and she lets out a softened breath as she slips a worn ring around her finger. Just as she had thought she was safe to leave, the door opens. Ren turns her head to look, her brows knit.
“What brings you here?”