Two centuries ago.
The pain was like never before. Right in that moment, as the fire burned my flesh, my life flashed before my eyes.
Finally, death.
I stopped struggling and allowed the darkness consume me. It was peaceful. No more pain. No more torture. No more dreadful memories. Just darkness.
But I was wrong, because in the next time I opened my eyes, I found myself still in the hell I badly wanted to disappear from.
The king's voice broke through first, cold, ruthless. I'd always hated it.
“What were you thinking?! Did I ever order you to kill him?! He better survive, or you are dying with that worthless boy.”
I was in so much pain. My body was still healing from the intense burn. I whimpered, catching their attention.
Footsteps echoed. The king hovered. A creepy smile lingere
