GEORGINA'S POV.
The royal carriage moved through the woods, the sound of the horses’ hooves in the dirt path. I sat by the window, looking out at the trees and wildflowers.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting golden patterns on the ground. Birds sang, and the gentle rustling of the wind filled the air.
The beauty of nature offered some comfort, but it couldn’t take away the pain in my heart. Tomorrow, Godfrey would die. I tried so many times to reassure myself that Godfrey would not die, but deep down, I knew that Godfrey would die. I focused on the view outside, hoping it could distract me, even for a moment.
The king sat across from me, looking relaxed, I could only smolder at him with resentment, if anything happens to Godfrey which I am sure he would die, I swear I wou
