Henry pov.
As I entered the room, my eyes fell upon her form, lying there on the bed, her face twisted in pain. The sight of her suffering made me feel a surge of anger. I knew the reason for her illness - she hadn't had the chance to mate with William. The scent of sickness hung in the air, mingling with the smell of disinfectant and stale sheets.
My mind raced as I thought of how I could make William pay for hurting her. I felt like I was on fire with fury.
From the moment I first saw her in the castle, I was captivated. It was as if the world had come to a halt, and all I wanted was to be with her. But now, seeing her like this, my heart ached with sadness.
Despite everything, I felt a glimmer of hope when I heard that she was going to set us free. And she did, just as she promised.
