Rose stared in horror at Prince Ansel’s body. Her hands were trembling violently, her wedding dress splattered with his blood. Chaos erupted around her, but she felt removed from it all. There was only Ansel lying at her feet, and her magic tingling to life inside her. She came to her knees and laid a hand against his cheek. ‘I’m here, Ansel. I’m going to help you.’ Ansel stared past her with lifeless eyes.
