Heather hurriedly threw on her clothes and stumbled out of the villa, only to freeze at the sight before her.Leif VI sat in his wheelchair outside, his back straight and cold as stone. At his feet, the young man she had been with lay sprawled on the ground, bloodied and trembling. Magnus and several guards stood nearby, the atmosphere grim and suffocating. The metallic scent of blood filled the air.A chill ran up Heather’s spine, draining the color from her face.“Your Majesty…” she stammered, her voice shaking.Leif VI turned his head slightly, his expression ice-cold. His voice came out flat, deadly calm. “Cut off his hands.”“Ah—Your Majesty, please! Mercy, please!” the young man screamed in terror, but the king did not even glance his way.Two guards stepped forward. The sound of a blade slicing through flesh was followed by a horrifying scream that echoed across the courtyar
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