~past~
The crowd roared, throwing their hands up in the air as they watch the life from Larissa’s eyes vanish along with the wind, the scent of ashes wafting along with it.
‘The treacherous concubine is dead!’ They rejoiced. Larissa was a criminal in their eyes, a criminal who attempted to ruin the royal family and the kingdom with her evil plans.
The rope that was tied tightly around her neck drained all the life in her dangling body. All that was left of her, was nothing. She was dead, and she cannot be brought back.
Tedros stared at her with a blank stare, seemingly devoid of any emotions, but a few moments later, he felt a strong throbbing in his head, as if something was gnawing and gnashing in his skull.
“Are you all right?” Roisa’s voice was heard beside him, and her cold hand
