-Grace-
I could endure a lot. Even my fragile heart could withstand much. My father had stripped me of any hopeful future, valuing his power over King Hector more than his daughter’s happiness. My mother had died too soon, leaving me with little time to know her.
Yet, I had remained strong through it all. I didn’t let my heart stop me from living life, but his rejection—it was different. I couldn’t handle that. His words had broken something within me, causing my heart to beat slower as my body weakened. Soon I found myself unable to leave my bed.
A fever set in, a powerful one that blurred the line between reality and dreams. My body ached, and although I heard voices around me, I couldn’t identify them. Was I dying? I hoped not, but a part of me almost welcomed the idea.
Facing Wil
