"Dahlia! You didn't fall asleep already, did you?" I said as I walked into the throne room.
Dahlia raised her head just a tad since the wounds on her skin made each movement she took painful. She watched me walk towards her and sit back on the stairs next to the throne she was tied to.
"Have you thought about how to break your curse?" I asked, "Because I have."
I tilted my head up to look at her face.
"Want to know my curse? It's immortality. Don't get me wrong. I can die. Over and over again. But I will always come back—every damn time. You might think it's a gift, just like yours. But it's not." I huffed out an amused laugh, "No. It's torture. Just imagine my surprise when I came back to life to find out that my parents had died for months, and suddenly, I had to take over the role of king. I was only nine at the time. But you didn't have it much easier, did you? You had a twin sister. What was her name?"
