Grasping her hand, Ezra lets tears fall from his eyes. His Beloved was dying right in front of him. Her pale, frail face was smiling down at the breaking man, her breath a whisper. The quiet whispers of the woman's breath were slowly fading off, but she had no pain, no feeling except the heartbreak of seeing her Beloved cry.
"My Beloved, I will be alright," the brunette vampire whispers, her golden eyes beginning to dull. As the shine in her eye fades slowly, Ezra gives her one last kiss as a goodbye. "Goodbye, my Beloved," she whispers.
"Goodbye, my love," he whispers into her ear. She didn't hear him, however, as her life ended before she could.
"Sir, shall we give her proper burial?"
"Not tonight," his rasps, clearing his throat. "Tomorrow is the full moon, it was her favorite phase. I want her to be buried when the moon is highest tomorrow."
"Of course. You may continue to grieve."
The brunette puts his head down on the bedside table that his Beloved used only for her glass of water and the picture of them on their Bonding Day.
"Madame Seraphine!" a nurse cries out, barging into the room. "Your Beloved is in the Healer Wing, we do not know what has happened, and we are afraid he will die, Madame Seraphine!"
Jumping up from her comfortable spot on the bed, the woman rushes past the nurse, completely ignoring anyone who got in her way. Her Beloved's life was at stake here.
It seemed impossible for her to get there in time, but the brown-eyed vampire was determined to see her dear Beloved alive once before he may die. Her face showed true worry and fear, which made anyone who looked up at her to instantly back off.
"Madame," the same nurse calls out to Seraphine. "I have just gotten news that your Beloved has passed, I apologize."
The vampire stops in her tracks, her breath becoming shaky and broken. She collapses against the wall, her followers avoiding their leader in order to bypass her wrath that was soon to come. However, no tears fell, no screams of agony, she just sat there.
Her life felt like it had just ended with no warning. "Madame, would you like to mourn at your Beloved's body?"
A lump grows in her throat, which makes it feel like it's closing up on her. "Y-yes, of course."
She gently pushes herself up, gripping the nurse's arm as tightly as she could without harming her. No matter how much Seraphine tried to loosen her grip, she just ended up squeezing tighter.
"I'm sorry, I'm just..."
"You're in mourning, Madame, it's fine," the nurse lies, letting herself wince slightly. "No harm done," the vampire smiles.
Seraphine looks down with a look of grief on her face; nothing had prepared her for this. She let go of the frail nurse and started walking by herself with her head held high. "Bury him at moonhigh," she commands, not looking back.