Prologue 33
Emilia waited for her
father at the corridor. Soon he was out and walked with the shoulders slumped
forward. She seen that walk before; its the walk of dejection. He had failed.
Her tears welled up on her eyes, as she rushed forward.
"Was it bad?"
Emilia asked. The older man looked to his daughter and nodded.
"I tried all I
could. He may not healed properly. The flesh had been damaged and so are the
nerves....." The older man mumbled his words from then. Emilia held him
back.
"Tell me, father.
Would it ....permanent? Like those whom you had to removed their limbs?"
"Those whom I had
done to removed their limbs, had the support of a stick, but this one cannot be
removed, but allowed to healed inside. He may not be the one you knew anymore.
He may had..."
"Changed? Unlikely
he would. Othello loved me. I loved him. We can't change that. I would heal
him. That's a promise." Emilia declared to her father.
"An oath I hoped
you would fulfilled. But remember this, child. You are still young, much more
younger than him. I had no dreams of you in union with the affluent or the
nobles. Just be happy for whom you are with, and that would made me
happier."
"Yes, I know. And
I am happy." Emilia told him. "To be at his side, for better or for
worse."
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