บท 127: DUTIES OF A QUEEN

Each day it got harder to live because what exactly was I living for? Each day was pain! Every breath I took was pain! Living became the hardest thing for me to live! The whole town had been in morning for a week! Each morning the guards and servants would walk around the cast gate seven times before they released a howl to the heavens. Everyone wore clothes made of sack to mourn the alpha.

Even nature seemed to know that we had lost someone of importance because everyday it was gloomy. There was no sun in sight, no clear blue skies, nothing but dark clouds. I peered out the window at the dark clouds. On a normal day I would have loved days like this, because dark clouds usually mean rainy days and it also meant a day when I'd snuggle in bed with Ivan. And sometimes we would read a book together where he would do every smut scene we come across to me.