HARRY SKYE: CORDELIA
"This is a traitor. An ungrateful being. And what do we do to traitors?"
"We punish them?"
"We make sure they never think of doing such a thing again." Harold said. "By making sure they lose the ability to think, forever."
Harold lifted his sword over Jasper, little Eric watching with trembling fingers. His sword came down on his chest, not with precision, not with justice, but with pure, utter wickedness.
Nherisa let go of the pillar.
Out of all the things she could remember about her father, it was his face she could recognise anywhere. That was her father. Murdered by a power obsessed lunatic in the presence of the father of her child.
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