Chapter Thirty Four:
Slowly forgetting snippets of her human memories.
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Arth Margaux Wfauzhle’s Point of View
I fluttered my eyes open, only to close them again.
The moment that I woke up from my deep slumber, my head was aching in a way that I have never experienced. It was as though my head was slicing into two. My insides turned, seemingly as though I wanted to vomit every food that I ate yesterday.
However, my stomach was empty and I did not bother taking at least one last bite of what Tashim was offering to me. Suddenly, a wave of conscience-stricken showered over me. The man was keen on looking over me, despite the fact that Prince Jaeden was the one who commanded him to do so, he still made sure that I was taken care of. Although all I did was ignore him and locked myself in
