CHAPTER 37

Ora’s POV

Seven years later

I was drowning in a sea of darkness. There was nothing but a sense of a deep, dense void. Who was I? What was I doing here? Why couldn’t I remember anything?

My entire body felt so sore and limp; my bones and muscles seemed like they were made of limestone forbidding any kind of movement. I couldn’t even feel myself breathing.

“Good morning, love,” A deep, velvety voice caressed my ears.

“I know you were hurt by the words I said to King Augustine. I should have never said that I didn’t love you…..”

A flicker of light pierced through the darkness, scattering it. From the deepest recess of my mind, I recalled something. I recognized this voice. But, who was it?

“It’s already been seven years, love. Don’t you think you have punished me enough….” I felt something moist on the back of my hand. “It is time to wake up now….”