“Not this one either,” Kassian murmured to himself, leaning over the table and scratching the last name off the long list. He had been going over the Craidal Royal Family tree for the last few days, reading the descriptions and trying to recall every single face. It was a tiresome and unsettling feeling, trying to remember the people he’d killed, but it was important, so suffering through the memories of those pleading eyes and painful screams was necessary. It didn’t matter that he had no choice but to obey the Imperial order and execute those people. He had been the one holding the blade, so the sin weighed on his shoulders.
Those were all of them — people he had killed, people who had died fighting, people who had killed themselves in fear of being captured. Every single member of the
