TIARA THORNELLS
I exhaled sharply, almost like a snort of frustration, and collapsed onto the bed, letting my body fall heavily against the mattress. A thick fur blanket was draped over my bare skin, shielding me from the cold, if not from the thoughts swirling in my head.
“I was only waiting for you to wake up,” he said in a calm, almost gentle voice. “I'll summon a maid to bring you something to wear.”
I slowly raised my left hand and stared at my fingers. I was expecting to feel the sharp, stinging pain. I vividly remembered Queen Drucilla stepping on them. The bones had felt like they would crack under her heel. But now… nothing. Not even a trace of the injury.
“You must be wondering why there's no wound there,” he said softly, watching my expression.
“I already know what you did,
