Thirteen:
After three days of max nudity and bandaging. I finally showered and dressed. Everything was still achy, and my head felt like a war drum sounding at all hours. My life felt like an endless slipstream of agony, which marked the passage of time. My days and my years could be transcribed from the measures of suffering I endured at any given moment—or so it appeared.
“I’m not eating any of this, not even if she tried to shove it into one of those blasted tubes!”
I growled, and Aurelia gave me a terse look.
“I doubt it will do you any good to object too fiercely. Besides, your daughters are savvy queens. Side bar, that takes a lot of getting used to saying, ‘daughters.’ Usually, when someone’s corpse is worm food, they are gone.”
Aurelia murmured to me, and I nodded. Even wit
