Florentine's carriage finally pulls up to the castle. It's only been an hour, but it has seemed like days, weeks.
Florentine sprints into the castle, as much of a sprint her limp will allow anyway, and gathers me into her arms. The tears still haven't stop falling from my eyes, and in her arms, they only come quicker.
She holds me close and whispers, "You have done what is right."
She leads me along the hall back to my quarters. She still has the entire castle memorized from her time as a midwife.
Antonin stands in guard at the door. He nods grimly to her and welcomes her inside. Antonin managed to clean up the mess of Alexanne, though the couch is still stained red reminding me of the...the thing I have done.
I don't know if it was right. To kill someone. I don't think there was anot
