Ivy’s P.O.V.
It was Saturday, 8pm. I was standing inside my room, along with my mother. She had tried to reach out to my uncle Mario. Hoping that he, being the king, could put a stop to this madness that my own father had started. If anyone could stop my father, it had to be him. But unfortunately, we still hadn’t been able to find a way to reach out to him, without my father finding out about this one way or another. Which has led to this,
me standing inside my room,
wearing a long, black, silk gown.
It was off shoulder, a request from Ash. Probably, so everyone would be able to see the temporary mark that he had already placed on me and on my body. Each time I had seen it in the mirror, I had wanted to throw up, which actually did happen quite a few times, making that, in just a fe
