Annie's POV
As the days passed on, his scent smelt less. Every day that passed, my mind honed, my brain became more clear, and gradually I found the remainder of what was left of me. After such isolation, I had gradually returned and found what my identity was, and not managed by senses I was new to. Distress was the only word I could use to depict it. One thing ended up being evident: I was unable to shift. It disheartened me, and I puzzled over whether it was an outcome of the bond like Romeo had said a long time back or on the other hand assuming I was a disappointment in such a manner as well.
I had faint remembrance of the King coming into the room. I remember he healed my hand, but that was the last time I saw him. The King said he would be away for two days; but he has been gone l
