Their eyes bore into me, standing tall—with my head held high. I’d sooner walk myself to the gallows than yield to a monster. The iron shackles heavy, tearing into the raw skin of my wrists. My nails dug into my palms, the knights at my back. There was no escaping this.
“You keep the king waiting, bend girl!” The knight behind me pushed me forward roughly—nearly slipping, the muck caked to my b...