Berengar stood at Henrietta's bedside. His white dressed shirt was stained in the blood of his most recent victim, his hands had practically been dyed red with the sanguine substance. Despite this gruesome appearance, he wore a stoic expression as he gazed lifelessly at his little sister.
After staring in silence at the girl, who was in a comatose state, he kneeled beside her, where he grabbed hold of her dainty hand and kissed it before turning away from her. He could no longer bear to see his little princess in such a state.
He knew that the Kingdom of Austria did not yet have the technology to keep someone on life support for an extended period of time, and though she had an amble supply of IVs to sustain her fluids, if she did not wake up soon then it would be a matter of weeks before she starved to death.
