#Chapter 129: The Curse

Ella The moment I saw my body laying there in that casket, lifeless and pale and not quite right—they could never get anyone’s features right in the mortuary, lending everyone to a slightly off appearance in death—I snapped. The guards who had once kept me locked away in my room on Alexander’s orders had found me on my knees right there in the middle of the parlor, horrified beyond all belief and on the verge of retching up what little I’d eaten today. They didn’t listen when I told them I needed to speak to Alexander. Just grabbed me forcefully by both arms, treating me like a rogue in my own home, and tried to drag me away while the people who were attending my wake had simply watched in shock. When Alexander arrived a few minutes later, holding our child—our son, beautiful and tiny and oh so precious—in his arms, I had hoped he would recognize me. And for a moment, it had almost seemed like he did. His eyes had widened when I turned to reveal my face,