All she could hope was that the days would pass more quickly and the ball would be the next day.
If she was dying, she wanted to die in Yeren's arms.
She was even willing to apologize for something she hadn't done just to earn his forgiveness.
Claire's arms around Aurora tightened severely until her sister whimpered in pain. Even then, she refused to let go.
Letting go meant losing her anchor in a raging, unforgiving sea of chaos.
Why was this happening to her?
She had promised that she would never leave Aurora. If she died, what would happen to her sister.
Everyone that hated her would swoop in to harm the little girl.
Was there really no cure?
If she told the King, would he believe her? There had to be something that could be done.
More than anything, she wanted him to hold her.
Marriage was no longer her concern.
So Redmare had tricked her. She should have known that such men never extended olive branches without hiding thorns on the other side.
