THE DISABLED MATE
"But Your Highness, we’ve come this far. She won’t die. She’ll just become human. Unlike the others who perished under the same curse, she—"
"NO."
His voice echoed like thunder. He stepped closer, his tone a deadly whisper.
"Remove the curse… or take her place."
The old woman stiffened, then bowed deeply. "I understand, Your Highness."
But before the words could settle, Cassandra's body convulsed violently. Her arms flailed, her skin turned ashen, and she appeared to gasp for air, but no air came. Her body arched, as if in pain beyond comprehension.
"Enough!"
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