DARIUS’ POV
The last thing I remembered was Alara screaming, and then she fell to the ground.
All the physicians I could find had done everything possible to get her to wake up, but she remained still.
Her entire body was heated as though she had been taken out of a furnace, and there were scars from the burn.
It was the dress she wore. I had to take it off her when I discovered that there was smoke rising into the air from it.
“Is there nothing you can do about this?” I asked the fifth physician that I had invited to the castle.
The look on his face was not suitable at all, and the moment he sighed, I knew that I was not going to like what he was about to say.
“King Darius?” He shook his head.
“I am sorry, but I don’t think anything can be done about her. The poison in the dress
