Chapter 69 Living is more painful than dying

JASMINE

My head hurt more than it ever had before.

It was as if my world was swirling on its axis and I had an impulse to throw up. My stomach was like a nest of snakes, each coiled around the other tightly. The pain made me wonder if I was dead, but when I opened my eyes, I knew I wasn’t.

I wasn’t in a grave. I was in a carriage.

It was moving fast on a rocky surface below and it shook violently as it traversed every stone.

The sharp rocking of the carriage made the imaginary snakes in my belly twist together further and finally, I couldn’t hold it in further. I was about to retch, but before I could empty the contents of my poor stomach, I realized someone was in the carriage with me.

They held a dagger in my direction and it glinted in the pale blue moonlight streaming in through the window.

“If you dare throw up, I will slit your throat,” she said, and it took me a few moments to recognize it was Elsa.

I didn’t realize it was her immediately because she looked completely different