Chapter 334. Remembering Old Times

DOVE

The children cried, their cries spreading through the room. Both could feel that their father was seriously ill, slowly dying. Jacob stopped screaming and writhing when he was taken to the castle. I ran to his side, in the great room, while the doctors tried to examine his terrible wounds.

“What happened to the king?” some doctors asked.

An endless number of questions echoed in that room, which had once witnessed my mornings full of love, the romance that always enveloped us, the surprises, my pregnancy news. Now, it was witnessing the greatest pain in my life. Seeing my husband in that state was the worst of my torments.

I couldn’t stop sobbing when I looked at him, holding his hand tightly, as if I could hold him to this world that way. In the past, I had been characterized by being skeptical, by not believing in legends or much less in the beliefs of the people I knew. I didn’t believe in many things, I never managed to be convinced of it until my son