Elene winced, trying to open her eyes as the weightless bliss that was her mind slowly turned into a painful existence where even breathing felt like torture. When she was finally successful, she blinked a few times to clear her vision.
It took her a few seconds, but she realized she was in the medical wing of the third prince’s residence. She recognized the narrow accommodation and the several lines of empty beds from that one time when she had cut her hand and Raena had forced her to come here to get it treated.
Elene pushed herself up, whimpering as the pain in her chest increased exponentially. She peeked under the loose nightdress she was wearing, her gaze stopping on the thick layer of bandages running from her stomach all the way to her breasts. Dark, ugly bruises covered most of
