On the fourth day, once the government had rounded up every Blackcoat they could find, we gathered in Daxton’s office for the executions. Once again my hair and makeup were done by professionals, and I was dressed in celebratory red with the American flag pinned to my dress. Greyson was forced into a blue suit, and Daxton wore white. It would have been comical if I could remember what funny felt like.
Minister Bradley was there as well, lingering to the side, but always a presence. I refused to acknowledge him, knowing what he must have been willing to do in order to remain one of Daxton’s trusted advisers, and thankfully he didn’t try to speak to me, either.
On a wider screen hung up in front of the Hart family portrait, Daxton, Greyson, and I watched as Blackcoat after Blackcoat was ex
