THIRTY-SEVEN
The wood had piled so high, Guinevere could no longer see the crowd, though she could hear them. Still Xylander did not come.
Doubt began to creep in. A proper princess would have been rescued by now, but no matter how much she'd loved her mother's tales, she'd never expected to be in one.
If today was her day to die...then she would do so with dignity. No tears, for queens did not cry where her people could see. She prayed her brother would forgive her for saddling him with the throne he had not wanted, and that he would forgive himself when he arrived too late.
Perhaps...no one could have saved her.
She felt a kinship with Queen Viviana, who had at least been able to choose the time and method of her death, but Melwas had not made the mistake of leaving Guinevere wi
