Chapter 55

King Augustra walked down the hallway of his palace, his steps heavy as he carried the weight of his decision. With each step he could hear the old witch's questions echoing through the hallways, mocking him. He had wanted to take the easy way out, to save himself and rid himself of the curse, but he had failed.

He had been presented with a knife and told to stab the image of his mate, Amelia, in order to break the curse. To set himself free. He had wanted to do it, he had been desperate to break the curse and save himself, but the moment he had seen the image of her face, he had been unable to go through with it. He had thrown the knife away and knelt down crying. He had told the witch that the ritual was over and he had made his decision.

Now, he was marching to his throne room, determined to make one last attempt to find the red orb, his Luna Amelia, and the fruit of silk. If he could not find it, he would die trying.

As he entered the throne room, he stopped and stared at himself