The thing she was eventually overcome by was not a spell or a curse, but the same lung disease that took her father. Her body shaken by violent coughs, her throat burning, her eyes blurry, she felt that the dream she once told her father about—her dream to go to the ball at the castle—was slipping right through her fingers. That is when a small hand knocked on her door.

The thing she was eventually overcome by was not a spell or a curse, but the same lung disease that took her father. Her body shaken by violent coughs, her throat burning, her eyes blurry, she felt that the dream she once told her father about—her dream to go to the ball at the castle—was slipping right through her fingers. That is when a small hand knocked on her door.