CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT
The morning of the third day since my visit to Mary’s abode, the golden rays of the sun rose and painted the kingdom while I was still sitting on my bed, the entire night having not had a wink of sleep with my knees hunched up as I stared at nothingness. All night long, memories of my mother had punished me, tormenting me to no end. I wanted to know what I did to the gods to deserve all this pain and torment. Could they not spare me pain as tormenting as this even for just a moment?
“Your Majesty, the bath is ready and once again, I’m really thankful for what you did to help my mother. She is already feeling much better and in a day two, she will resume working in the fields,”
“She is like a mother to me, “I smiled weakly as I stepped off the bed.
“I’m
