king jason pov
Anger surged through me, a volcanic fury that threatened to consume everything in its path. How could Norella be dead? It felt impossible, like some cruel joke. My hands trembled, and I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind, each one a hollow, devastating blow. My vision blurred with unshed tears, the world around me becoming a hazy, indistinct mess.
Madame Maggie and the maids entered quietly, their faces etched with grief. The room seemed to darken with their sorrow, the collective pain so palpable it felt like a physical weight pressing down on us. The sound of their sobs filled the air, each one a reminder of the precious life we had just lost. It was enough to flood the room with our tears.
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