ALGTS: 11 (Patreon)

She was trembling. Celestria was trembling. But she had only one more document to deliver to the king’s office and then she could finish. Why were her hands shaking? Why were her breaths shallow and quiet? Why did her head pound and everything ache?⁣

𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, she told herself. It’s because of the fear. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.⁣

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In the office, Lord stood by the desk discussing things with Meta. Their conversation was interrupted by three knocks on the door. “Yes.” Lord said as he crossed his arms.⁣

It was the human. Of course it was. “I have brought the final documents for you to look over Your Majesty.” She said after giving a deep bow.⁣

“Mm.” He took them from her outstretched hands and quickly scanned over them. But halfway through, he stopped. An irregular heartbeat. Quick, shallow breaths. Trembling hands clasped tightly together. His eyes lifted to look at her own, and he was confused. The human’s eyes were normally dead-set and determined despite the terror he knew she was enduring. But now, they looked like as if she was struggling. Hazy. Almost almost desperate. “It’s good. You’re dismissed.” He murmured, now giving his full attention to the human.⁣

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“Thank you.” 𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘸. 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘦𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥... 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘺𝘦𝘵. Celestria straightened and began to walk to the door. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦, 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. Her skin felt uncomfortable. The drumming sound that was overwhelming everything else. Was that her pulse? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. Everything was going black. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. It felt like the floor under her was suddenly gone. 𝘕𝘰...𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦. Celestria bitterly thought as her mind faded to black and her body collapsed.