The Origin Of The Pain

Chapter Forty-six.

Diana's pov

I sat by the shelves of the library and didn't know when I had dozed off until I was shaken awake by someone. I groaned, my eyes a bit blurry and I could feel dried tear stains on my cheek.

I glanced up through slightly closed eyes and as the panic settled in me, I thought they had finally caught up with me. “Hey, hey, relax, it's just me." The sound of the little boy's voice filled my ears, I recognized those eyes anywhere.

“What… what are you doing here?” I stuttered, as I sat up straight, my back propped up by the shelves, and I managed my neck as it began to hurt, I slept wrongly on it.

The boy stood upright, “Mrs Beatrice has asked for you, they all thought you were dead, how come you're still alive?”

When I stared into his discolored eyes, there wasn't any curiosity in them, just a blank stare, as always.

They had thought I would be dead, wouldn't they? Especially the queen, she must have been the one to have ordered for that snake to be left in m