SIGRID

He looked a bit lost, staring toward the balcony. He tried to push himself up, but his body collapsed with a dull thud against the floor.

I wanted to go back and help him—I didn’t know why, but I felt such deep pity for him. However, I couldn’t. Here, I wasn’t Princess Sigrid. I was Electra, the cruel witch.

No matter how much I had bewitched him, I couldn’t trust anyone.

He dragged himself across the floor toward the table. He had no strength to sit on the chair, so he yanked the tablec