MILA
Felix’s condition had become unbearable. He was in constant, searing pain, and his paralysis was happening more frequently, now lasting hours instead of minutes.
I was sick with worry. I spent every waking moment taking care of him, either attempting to spoonfeed him food or doing my best to soothe his aching muscles. Even the palace staff had been alerted that the new King was “ill,” although we assured everyone he would surely make a swift recovery.
Felix was past pride. We all knew the end was near.
Ivan and Rowena spent their days at Felix’s bedside, speaking with him, trying to keep his mind occupied with other things. I was often quiet, too caught up in my husband’s pain and the overwhelming hopelessness of this cruel curse.
At night, Felix’s breathing was s
