His Great Despair

He's lying on our bed, sleeping finally. He cried himself to sleep. He's so broken right now. I've never seen him so broken.
I walk over to our bed, sitting lightly next to him. His face is still, the pain that filled it gone. Peace has come to him in sleep. I brush his deep red hair from his face, fingers tracing over his skin. He twitches slightly, letting out a small moan. The despair returns, the pain. Tears run down his face, though it doesn't wake him. Thank the Gods that he doesn't wake. He's barely slept, I've barely slept. No one's slept.
I kiss my husband's lips, lying my head between his shoulder's and wrapping my arms around his waist. He lets out another small moan, moving slightly once again. We weren't really expecting this, not so suddenly. Too suddenly. So little time between.
It doesn't surprise me that this happened but it was still a shock that it happened now. High Prince Dimas' death, Dad's death, wasn't unexpected. He was human, mortal. The lenght of his life was only increased by the bond with his dragon and the magic Mom gave him, splitting her immortality so that they could have more time together. Why did Mom have to die so soon after him? Barely a week between.
"Yára?" His voice surprises me.
"Yes, Almàrien?" He rolls over, pulling me to his chest as he does.
"How long have you been here?"
"I only just came to bed."
"What time is it?"
"Nearly dawn." He draws back, shock on his face.
"And you're only just coming to bed! Yára, you need your sleep."
"So do you, my song." He opens his mouth to argue but I silence him with a kiss. " Almàrien, it's alright. You needed sleep so I took care of what needed taking care of."
Tears fall from his eyes again and his body starts shaking. I hold him close, kissing the top of his head and resting my hands in his hair. "It's going to be ok."
"I can't do this." The despair rips at my heart. "I can't do this. I'm not ready to be king. I can't take their place."
"You're not taking their place. You're making your own, extending their legancy while building you're own." I rest my head against his. "You can be king."
He starts sobbing again, burying his head against me. Words left me, tears fall down my face. Sleep comes to us, despair and greif in our dreams.