“No.” One simple word spoken so low Trystan had to strain to hear it as it fell from Davi’s lips. Yet, the fear and despair echoed around the cavernous room. His shoulders slumped in defeat and Trystan’s heart constricted at Davi’s clear misery.
“Are you certain?” Trystan snapped at the man, and he nodded in response.
“Where is this public execution to take place?”
“Outside Dreach-Dhoun’s castle grounds, sire, in the mountain valley. Already the royal builders are at work constructing the massive hangman’s platform. Thousands are ordered to attend to witness the deaths. Will you help us stop it, King Trystan?”
A headache built behind Trystan’s eyes as he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He contemplated in silence for a moment, feeling the questioning stares awaiting his decision. Finally
