Kapitel 57: Ripping Her Clothes

Draven remained unbothered as all his attention was on inspecting every inch of skin on her back. There was no such fire mark, only ugly burn scars stretched over a bony skeleton. Though Ember had regained some weight, it would take her body time to gain a normal amount of healthy muscles and fat. Currently, she was still so skinny one could clearly count the number of vertebrates on her spine. 

However, the King's only concern was finding that mark. One could hear him gritting his teeth in frustration.

"Turn around," he instructed again. 

His angered voice demanded absolute obedience. She remembered how she almost choked earlier and was terrified that if she didn't follow him, he would snap her neck.

Holding her ripped dress up to cover her front, Ember clumsily turned around. Though her face was lowered, he could see tears streaming down her cheeks.