The queen sighed. "You aren't afraid of death because you're not old, like me. I used to think I didn't fear death, that I could conquer every problem."

She paused. "But I've realized there are many things I can't control. I don't want to die!"

Queen Yasmin looked at Lily helplessly, her emotions evident. "I still have so much to do. Do you know what it feels like to be unable to accomplish everything you want?"

"I do," Lily answered.

"No, you don't!" Yasmin retorted. "How could you? You're so young, beautiful, and full of energy. You have a good family and career. How could you possibly know how I feel? I used to be like you, but now…" She looked exhausted, more an aging woman than a monarch, her desperate struggle against fate palpable.

Lily gazed at her, sensing Yasmin's frustration. She felt terrible for the queen, yet death was a natural part of life, and resistance futile. Lily sighed. "That's why you refuse to give up on the experiment?"

"Yes," Yasmin nodded. "I don't want to die, and I can't afford to. I'll try the experiment, even if there's only a glimmer of hope—" She trailed off, her eyes shining with a fervent hope for immortality.

"I understand your feelings, but I can't help you," Lily said bluntly, unwilling to offer false hope.

Yasmin's gaze was unreadable. "Do you realize that saying that could get you killed even sooner?"

Lily nodded. "I do."

"I promise to keep you alive if you help me," Yasmin said, taking a deep breath and caressing her wheelchair's armrest. "I've considered this. Although you're my most suitable candidate, I don't have to use you. I can find a substitute. I won't mind if she's less capable. And I'll spare your family if you help." The offer was tempting; Fred had never made such a promise before.