Lillian held her heart to the sky as it beat even outside of her chest.
She muttered to herself while in something of a trance- her mind barely focused on her surroundings.
Lillian wasn't like her husband or wives.
She still felt pain.
When she personally guided a soul to their final resting place, she felt the pain of their death with every fiber of her being. It's why she hadn't actually assumed her duties in a few years now.
Just as with death, sacrifices hurt.
The pain of removing her own heart was excruciating.
But Lillian could put up with anything if it meant that the woman she loved wouldn't lose a sister. As a monarch, it was also her duty to do whatever she could for her subordinates who were in a bad way.
She crushed her heart like a water balloon and waited for waves of agony to knock her unconscious.
But that didn't happen.
Instead, Lillian felt her heart regrow inside of her chest almost instantly.
