♱ Chapter • 132 ♱

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Loren ⋅• ♱

It hurt.

My whole body ached, hurt every inch, as if even my nails could be sore, yet my hand rose in the air to reach my nanny’s face, who now cried as she stood on her knees beside my bed.

"Young master..." she whimpered with her eyes completely filled with tears,...