Long Live the King;;
"The Queen lives! The Queen is alive!" A servant's voice echoed through the halls. Loud and clear.
Henry rose from his seat. "What?" It had hardly been a day since he had received news of her passing and she had somehow miraculously returned to life? "It can't be!" He screamed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he walked the short way from his throne to the center of the room.
His hand came to rest over his chest. A string of pain passing through him. He cleared his throat. The pain returned. Intense. Henry clenched his cross. Pulling himself together, the King stood at his full height. "I command you to bring her to me!" He called to the guards, taking a glass filled with wine that some Duke standing close by was holding and throwing it across the room. "You!" He screamed to another pair of guards. "Find me that physician and his new wife." He ordered and slowly walked back towards his throne.
Pain. A burning sensation tangled in his chest, up his throat. "Water." He told to a servant and the boy ran to get some. He felt as if he was suffocating. His fingers wrapped around his neck, trying to relieve himself of the feeling. It hurt. Intense and agonizing pain taking over. He lost his balance, reaching over to find something to hold on to. The King fell on his knees. Someone lifting his up, he tugged at the arm that held him. His Commander. "Bring me.." Henry chocked out. Clinging to the man with every fiber in his being. "My Lord." He heard the man saying. "Bring me Cosimo's physician."
Everything around him was darkening. He heard voices, panic taking over the throne room before the Commander had everyone taken out side and a few guards to call the Grand Duke's physician. A bad decision really, given that Henry had celebrated the death of Catherine hours ago. He knew it was his last moments, but he could hardly see, the pain being unbearable.
Someone had done this to him. "I was...poisoned..." He managed to mumble through desperate inhales for air, hoping that someone would look into this after he was gone. He desperately tried to cling to life, but his heart was failing him. The last thing he heard before losing every last touch with this word was a guard's voice announcing Catherine's arrival.
The King is dead.
