"…" I see an elegant, gilded ceiling above me. The details of this place are so intricate it looks like a complex work of art. I look around and see several bowed shadows.
"…What… ah…" The memory of what happened rushes back quickly. The battle for the throne that lasted at most four hours, the fight, Esther stabbing me, and me passing out after taking care of her.
"How many days has it been?" I ask coldly, still too lethargic to feel much of anything.
"Your Majesty, it has been five days since you fell asleep." As one of the shadows answers, I touch my horn. It's regenerated.
"Who healed me?" It doesn't feel like my body's natural regeneration. This is more precise, like copying and pasting something.
"We summoned the royal physicians to heal you. We also had your wife healed, as per your request."
'I asked for that?' I don't remember anything from after I passed out.
"How many are alive?" I ask, just to confirm.
"Esther, Marie, and Laplace."
