NATALIE'S POV
Three days.
Three dreadful, suffocating, insufferable days.
Aurora still hadn’t woken up, and yet the entire castle had shifted around her fragile, unconscious body like she was some rare jewel they couldn’t afford to lose. Guards at the doors, healers pacing, servants whispering. Even the warriors who once roared with pride now muttered prayers under their breath as if Aurora was their queen.
It made me sick.
Everywhere I turned, it was her name. Aurora this, Aurora that. They moved as if she were the breath of this kingdom, the glue that kept the walls from collapsing.
I couldn’t stand their suffocating pity-filled looks, their endless questions. “Is she awake yet?” “Do you think she’ll recover?” “What if she never does?”
I wanted to scream: Good! Let her sleep forev
