This is just a short scene i want an opinion on before i actually use it in something

Teresa grew worried as she watched her father pace. Neither of them had seen her mother Shadelia since the assassin had some how managed to stab her in the chaos. The medics said they needed their space.
The young woman jumped as Isaac suddenly hit the wall with both hands balled into fists with his frustration and mental anguish.
"Dad..." Teresa began, trying to be the strong one. They were both worried. Shadelia's health had been decreasing for some time anyway. She had been in enough battles that her injuries and ghost pains and traumas were catching up to her.
Sensing his daughter's pain, Isaac wrapped his arms around her tightly. Shadelia was his stability and strength, but he couldn't, he wouldn't, abandon Teresa.
"She is awake and is asking for you both." came the voice of one of the medics.
When they went into the chambers to see Shadelia, the queen was paler than she had ever been.
Teresa instantly knelt by her mother's right side and took that hand as her father reached for the other. She felt her dad's arm go around her as he crouched beside her and her mom spoke.
"I don't have long."
"No, you're wrong. You've pulled through everything else. You have to." Teresa told her. It came out as an order and tears began to flow freely from the twenty-three year-old's eyes. Isaac felt his heart clench as the two most important women in his life spoke. In not being able to prevent Shadelia's wound, he had failed them both in his mind.
"You'll both be fine, I promise. Just remember that I love you. Isaac, try not to scare every guy she meets. You aren't going to live forever." Shadelia told him, the trace of a smile forming as her beautiful blue eyes turned to him.
"Anything my love," he replied, his smile in return slightly sadder as he kissed her on the forehead.
"Teresa, I love you sweetheart, and help your dad stay out of trouble." Her voice was growing very weak.
"Of course," Teresa whispered through her tears. A moment passed in almost utter silence; the only sound was the even breathing of a king who refused to admit what was occurring, the light, gasping breaths of a princess in tears, and the shallow, ragged, fading breath of the dying queen.
Teresa buried her face in Isaac's chest as the hands of the woman their world relied so heavily on became limp on their own.
A medic put two fingers to Shadelia's neck, then whispered something to a guard. Moments later, a long, low and mournful sounding horn was sounded.
Shadelia, the Queen of Powerna and the Universe of Magic, was dead.