The closer they got to The Council's Palace, the more conflicted and nervous and scared Evelyn felt. They had been walking for more than two days, to where surely death was awaiting for them. Maybe hiding would be better. Or running even more far away than they had already ran. But that would mean they were guilty in the eyes of everyone in the world, and they weren't. They were only victims of ruthless rulers like Robert, who Evelyn knew were waiting for them inside these gates, happy to give the order of their execution without bothering to know the whole truth. And the truth was the only thing they had left. Arthmael squeezed her hip, showing Evelyn that he was there with her. They had decided to travel in one horse, honestly not because they couldn't secure another one, Victor had a

