My King, My Coma Patient

oma, drowning in medical bill

eturn to Elysium, the hyper-realistic virtu

ng Aiden, a being I' d shaped,

er, surrounded by cameras and a smug rival queen

plea for funds, even specifically men

t acts-a hidden wooden star, a fleeting, tend

rbingly familiar, like the man I was des

en demanded a humiliating, pub

d "I accept," and braced m

, chaos

ayal exposed her true mercenary nature, and Aiden, suddenly a blu

oice raw with a fear of abandon

possible truth hit me: Aiden wasn