DESDEMONA'S POV — FLASHBACK YEAR 1722 — ALESSANDRO'S KINGDOM
It was all ashes beneath the heel of her boot, and as Desdemona walked, she was unsure whether the crunch beneath her feet was simply the debris of the decimated homes around her...or bones.
It was quiet now. No more screams. No more cries of pain. The moon was now the only witness to the horrors that had occurred tonight.
Though the moon's light hit her, Desdemona didn't feel worthy enough to gaze at its beauty.
What had they done?
Her sword clattered to the ground as Desdemona fell to her knees. Her pants and blouse were soiled with more blood than she'd ever seen in her life—the blood of her people.
Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes. Hugging her waist tightly, Desdemona rocked back and forth, but no comfort came
