Ziana’s POV *3 days later*
Struggling to open my eyes, I groan. Expecting to see the dirt cell I spent my life in when I open my eyes, I am surprised when it is bright and looks like a hospital room.
“Angel, you’re up.” The light voice of Addie says from my left. I turn my head and smile.
“Of course I am.” I croak to her and look around, seeing Lettie on my right. The events are slowly coming back to me. Marching to the royal grounds, the attack, my vision, the war and getting stabbed, seeing my mother.
Addie hands me a cup of water and I sip it.
“How long was I out?” I ask.
“4 and a half days.” Lettie answers, causing me to choke on my water.
“What?” I ask after sputtering and looking around in alarm.
“What’s happened?” I ask.
“There was a ceremony and the King and Queen accep
