MORPHEUS The day of my execution has come, but I am not afraid to die. The only thing I regret is making Mildred hate me. I have tried to make things right since I met her, but I only made it worse. If only I had not allowed her brother to die. The guards in charge led me out of the pri
"Why did you do it?" I asked, driving my sword into a warrior's stomach. "Because you needed saving," Karim breathed out. "You are not my saviour. You know I could have fought on my own if I wanted to." "But you didn't." Karim shoved a warrior away and slashed another's
MILDRED My mother bound me up in her chambers before they went for Morpheus' execution. She said she did not want me to come there to spoil things for them because of my stubbornness. I wept bitterly as she left me there with some hefty guards by the doorway, but after a while, I heard chao
"Mother," I whispered, hoping it would soften her and drive away whatever madness this was. "I am not your mother." she snapped. "How I have waited so much to stop you from calling me that. You bastard child of a wench!" Tears strolled down my cheeks. Here was a woman I have known and
"How long have you worked for them?" "Not very long. I started work here when Princess Mildred was sixteen years old. Something in the distance caught Laika's eyes, and she took her gaze away from the woman. Dust was rising in the west, and she heard faint horse hooves. Matilda followed
MILDRED Pain. A sharp pain jolted through my head as if someone were relentlessly pounding a rock against it. I groaned and instinctively reached for my temple, attempting to alleviate the throbbing ache. As I slowly opened my eyes, the world appeared distorted and hazy. I tried to sit up, but it
"What... what's going on? Why is he here?" I pointed at the king on the floor, looking all defeated. "He has something to tell you," Karim replied. "All he ever wanted was my death. I trusted the woman I thought was my mother all this time, thinking she was under his control, but they were both
I hadn't seen Mildred since the man who confessed to be her father revealed the truth. I didn't know if I could face her. Two days had passed, and the palace had remained eerily silent, and I have not seen her. I had rehearsed the words I wanted to say to her when I saw her next, but with each passi