Matilda woke up extremely hungry, feeling like her intestines were digesting themselves. Her lips had dried out and cracked due to dehydration, and her shoulder bones were visibly protruding.
"Wat...er." she croaked weakly, her voice dry and grating to the ears.
No matter how loudly she called, no one answered. Her heart grew bitter at her consort's ruthlessness and abandonment.
Previously, they would all rush to win her favor; now, they avoided her like the plague, and even her favorite consort didn't hide that he was having an affair with a guard.
They had even kissed in front of her without fear or guilt. 'Why did everything become like this...my plans...my body... where had everything gone wrong?''
She replayed everything over and over in her mind, yet she couldn't see where it had gone wrong. Was it Elora who had changed—or had her true nature been concealed from the beginning?
