The ice on Daphne Diffen's wound was melting. A slight pain in existence was beginning to rise again. She began to sob at her helplessness.
"If only I could find the weapon that Prince Enzo had, I would destroy myself. Cruel King Alpha, I wish you would have taken the King off my neck on the first day instead of falling into a lot of hatred. You kept me alive for your satisfaction and tortured me daily. Every moment you gave me death for your ego and then pulled me to life for your peace. Daphne Diffen was just a puppet for you whose pain you don't feel." She was muttering. Her heart was bursting with grief. Her existence was still; otherwise she would have really taken a weapon into her heart today and got rid of the throbbing beats.
Her existence was getting hot even in this ice-cold
