I've witnessed very few cruel deaths in distance. Silence and sickened enough to make my stomach twist.
But none of them were spine-tingling like watching a man burned alive until his scream fluttered into silence. A scream that would definitely haunt me for the rest of my life.
My knees shake despite my efforts to steady them. The scene invasively repeats over and over in my head, grating my skull.
I'm in Drogo's private suite, preparing his bath while wondering why I was taken to that place if he was going to bring me here?
Did he make me watch that on purpose?
What a ruthless male he can be!
"What the hell is taking so long?"
I jerk at his voice behind me.
Forcing my voice to be firm, I reply. "Almost done. My lord."
Breathe, Isolde. Don't let him read you.
I can feel h
