The thought of Lamier being left there with his dead wife for three days had my stomach turning, and I wasn’t at all sure I could keep myself from being sick. How was I supposed to walk past him every day, go about my life as if he wasn’t being tortured right in front of my eyes?
I took a deep breath, trying to calm my stomach, but the air seemed to be filled with the metallic scent of blood, which only served to make the nausea worse. I wanted to go home, and finally, the prince nodded, and the crowd was let to leave.
So many of the people there kept glancing back, obviously feeling the same way as me. It was one thing for a person to be executed for their crimes, it was another for them to be tortured. But, what could we do? The prince had been clear. If we tried to step in, we would a
