Chapter Sixty-Three- Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais- 136 yrs old

Franco wasn’t feeling very well. His stomach was fine until he took a taste of the dessert tonight. It tasted as if the baker failed to follow the recipe correctly and it was far too sweet. He disliked overly sweet things, and he was sitting at his desk contemplating going to bed when he was interrupted when his office door crashing open. The guards suddenly were confronted by more of his guards. “What is going on? Why are you in here?” He demanded as he stood up behind his desk. Franco found he had to brace his hand on the surface of his desk as he became dizzy, and pain settled behind his eyes.

“Emperor, we came to report the empress has fallen ill suddenly. The healer has demanded we check on all the royal family because he fears it’s poison.” The guard announced from the doorway, blocked by his personal guard.

Franco grunted. “Then find more healers. I find I don’t feel well myself.” Franco felt like his voice came from somewhere else. He knew he was speaking, but it somehow