The chains biting into her skin crackled beneath her as the soldiers dragged Arianna out of the cell she had been kept in for a few minutes.
In those few minutes, she had broken down, screamed until there was no voice left in her throat.
Especially when she heard the trumpet. It tore her inside and out, like several sharp, brutal blades puncturing her heart in the most vicious way.
There's no way Duncan is dead. Her mate was strong-the greatest guardian of the realm. How could everything suddenly end up like this?!
The distant chatters and cries of the gathered people, nobles, lords, and commoners reached Arianna's ears.
"Dun..." she croaked, and her eyes snapped shut at the sudden light that shone on her face. When they opened again, she found herself at her supposed gathering.
One that was meant to be her redemption had turned into her doom. They had killed the king, framed her for it, and were going to execute her in front of the very people she had sworn to protect.
Their eyes bo
