Chapter 112. The Things We Cannot Undo

Assanan POV

Breath comes in a whisper now, and when air hits my lungs, it burns. I can barely feel my heart even beating anymore, and my mind fills with ghosts of the horrors I’ve done to this world.

Pain is my punishment, and it’s not nearly enough for the horrors I’ve inflicted. I wish for death to come quickly, but I also know I’m not deserving of it.

The stretcher rocks roughly as they carry me down the dungeon hallway. I don’t expect them to be gentle. How many of these men have lost loved ones at my hands? I thought they would beat me. I expected them to, but they don’t. They are of greater angels, and I do not deserve one moment of their gentle treatment.

We pass out of the rotten dungeon and through the lower halls of the castle, and all I see is the gilded ceiling high above. How I’d once adored these beje