The Branding

The King gasped in delight when he saw the slight movement of Izabella's eyelids.

"Hey..." His voice whispered when he couldn't stand it—eagerly waiting for Izabella to open her eyes finally.

After blinking a few times, Izabella slowly smiled as her eyes focused on King Dreksil, who carefully studied her actions.

"Oh, baby..." He said, pressing a light kiss on her lips. "You scared the daylights out of me fainting like that," said the King, gently caressing the back of his hand on her cheek.

"What happened?" She asked, seeing the dextrose injection attached to her right hand. "Am I sick?"

"No, but you need sustenance," he said, shaking his head. "Do you remember that I was under a spell?"

Izabella was stunned for a moment, frowning. "Yes, but didn't you say you remember everything?"

"Yes, everything came back to me during your slumber?"

"What does that mean?"

"You were sleeping due to defying the spell, which you could have forever like that or eventually die, but your