I swallowed after glancing at the king, "Inject me please," I begged. This pain was too much to remain awake.
Emotional pain could get physical sometimes. It did hurt, my heart raced so much it was uncomfortable and it left me almost breathless.
I almost verbally appreciated the person that injected me because as the needle pulled out, I felt relaxed as I closed my eyes, I guess I needed that.
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I don't know why the king's brother – who has officially become the king with the capture of his brother – had not changed anything in the palace.
I guess when you find something good in the new house you moved into, there is no need for you to change it, right? The stress to do that . . . he must not have time for that but now here is what I am trying to talk about.
