Esmerelda fought to get out of her dead husband’s arms, but with little space in the sarcophagus, she only gained an inch or two.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
She was supposed to join her husband in death, then live on through eternity. But her son had shown her mercy. But why? This was not mercy.
She stone door being slid into place. In seconds, she would be sealed in her husband’s tomb without the benefit of a peaceful death.
She screamed, but knew none heard her. Even the gods had abandoned her.
If only her husband hadn’t been poisoned.