The silence that followed my confession was deafening. I felt the vibration of the executioner’s heavy boots on the wooden planks as he adjusted his stance, the sunlight glinting off the polished edge of the massive axe. I braced myself, my heart slowing to a rhythmic thud. I was ready.But Rosemary was not."Wait!" her voice shrieked, shattering the solemnity of the moment. "My King, wait! Something is wrong!"I opened one eye, peering through the strands of my hair. Rosemary had rushed to the edge of the dais, her face no longer a mask of saintly mourning, but one of sheer, frantic desperation."He is lying!" she cried out, pointing a trembling finger at me. "He is confessing only to spite me! To leave me a widow before I am even a wife! He wants to escape the responsibility of the child!"The Lycan King’s golden eyes narrowed, his gaze shifting between my kneeling form and his frantic fiancée. "He has admitted to the crime, Rosemary. What more do you want?""The Truth-Revealing Hunt
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