#CHAPTER 111: Sofia and Samuel

MILA Death was not what I expected. I could still feel my heart beating, albeit slowly. The world was not dark, either. I was standing in a vaguely familiar field, the warm breeze tickling my neck and flowers saying at my feet. Wait. I knew this field from somewhere. My visions. This is what I had seen every time I had envisioned that medieval version of Felix. But my husband–my lying, traitorous husband–was nowhere to be seen. Instead, a different, female figure approached me. Slowly, the woman came into focus. I gasped when I saw her. She looked exactly like me, down to the sprinkle of freckles across her nose. The only difference was her slightly curlier hair and her old-fashioned clothing. She smiled when she saw me, and extended a hand. “Come, Mila,” she said, in a voice that was my own, but lighter, somehow, more buoyant. “It’s time you learned the truth.” SOFIA I was born in a village in unclaimed territory. Some wanted to clai