The King’s Cursed Bride: Chapter 57 Sneak Peak

The men left her alone.

In a matter of hours, a sickness had settled over her lungs. Now she not only spewed blood when she coughed, but yellow and green phlegm. Each cough seemed to scrape her throat raw, and merely breathing caused rivulets of pain to seize her. Judging from the men’s expressions of disgust, they didn’t think any physical pleasure they might derive from her broken body would be worth the illness.

It felt like her heart had been ripped into two. She longed for life, so she might have a second chance and fewer regrets, but she also longed for death, so she might sooner leave her anguish behind.

But mostly she longed for Elon. Her entire life, she’d dreamt of being loved fiercely, and all along she had—she just hadn’t known it. It was a dream come true, a dream she would cling to until death pried it from her cold, rigid fingers.

The men in the front stirred. Then there were footsteps—footsteps from the other side of the bars. More prisoners perhaps?

There was a squeak, a snick, a grind, and the prison door swung open.

“Make way for the King!”