The Kiss II...
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Queen Ariadne's POV.
Naana's hands were on my face for more than ten minutes. This was supposed to be easy and less painful like magic. She took all the time in the world just to create discomfort for me.
I have been through a lot within these few months. Adding another moment of pain was not fair. She had her eyes closed and mumbled a thousand words rapidly.
I felt like someone plunged spices into my wounds. They hurt a lot causing discomfort to my face. I clutched the bed sheets and gritted her teeth in pain.
At this moment, all I could think of was Arya's death. How she felt before giving up the ghost. Was it this hurtful? No it was more than that. Apollo told me that her whole body was scorched. My poor daughter.
I levelled a vicious insult at her killers. As the pain progressed, so too the viciousness of my insults. Yes. But still well, just insults. My voice was loud for them to hear me.