~At the Elven Castle~
“He’s getting worse.” Stated Mikuro looking down at Seto with heavy eyes portraying the sadness that filled them.
Seto looks up at his mother from his paperwork, he couldn't help but notice the straining of his mother’s voice as she spoke to him. He asked “How bad is it?” trying his hardest to stay strong.
“From the looks of it, he might die if he doesn't get proper treatment soon.” She replied with tears flowing down her cheeks. This was her husband, the father of her children, and the Elven King. She couldn't bear the thought of losing both her husband and her beloved son. ‘I don't think my heart can take much more.’
Seto walked up to her and gave her a hug, “It'll be ok mom.” Seto reassured, doing so by squeezing her tightly as if he was trying to keep her from falling.
“How do you know it will?” she asked crying into her son’s shoulder wishing to anyone that her dear Moku