The crooked mistress

Everyone was intense as the air around them became unsettled and overwhelming, no one could tell what would happen next...

"Please, madam Madison, do something!" Willow sobbed lowly to the older woman, gripping her hands into hers.

"What do you have me do, my child?" She replied in a whimper, pulling Willow closer to herself as her brimming eyes gazed at Eleanor.

Eleanor was weakening, her emerald green eyes watching pleadingly at the cold man who stood steely at her.

"Please, my king! Don't do this!" She suddenly yelled, gritting her teeth helplessly at him for him to stop.

King Spencer's hands fisted behind his back, he was still loitering for Zachary who had rushed inside the castle to get his gun for him.

"Quit begging, Eleanor. Not even God himself will save you today, won't it be best if you die for your sin?" Amelia said this time, chuckling evilly at her.

At that moment, Zachary reappeared amidst the people as he scurried toward the king.

"Here, my king!" He said, bowin