The exhausting and brutal punishment by Queen Eriela had ended; along with the sobbing and heavy breathing that dominated the queen's boudoir for a while.
None of the three women were initiating any words that could placate the uncomfortable ambiance between them.
Princess Jasmine was kneeling, both her hands were stuck on the floor to support her body, she did not want to collapse at this moment.
Her hair was scattered on her face which was damp with tears, snot, sweat, and stain of blood. Her expression could not be distinguished. She was clenching her jaw, biting her wounded lips, and squinting her eyes that were reddened from tears.
Oddly enough, she was worn out, her body could not feel anything, and she was too numb. Which she assumed was a good thing only that she could not feel anything that it did not feel like she was still in there. She felt like she was dead, yet her mind was so sensitive—as if it were alive.