Clara shifted to stand next to the throne, her hands clasped before her. What could Malick do that would make Joyce unafraid? Could one extinguish fear with punishment?
Malick leaned back and crossed his legs. "Remove his hands and burn them."
Joyce cried out, worming forward on his knees, begging for mercy. The others looked to one another without moving. Clara let her eyes touch each one, seeing their uncertainty. As she looked at Bren, she saw determination settle over him, then he stepped up, pulling a large jagged knife from his belt.
Malick chuckled as Bren knelt behind Joyce, grabbing his bound hands. The guard tugged away and, with a snarl, Bren grabbed him again with more force, glaring to his fellows. Another guard stepped to them quickly, to take one of Joyce's shoulders, whi
