Mira’s POV
Several gasps resonate around the hall. I ignore all of them and keep standing straight despite the pang of pain in my heart.
“You can proceed.” He says all of this with a straight face and walks back.
“Guards!” The man that welcomed us from earlier calls on them.
They come out with a rope that has three tiny silver pieces. The other ones drag her and they tie her to a stand.
Just as I was told, she keeps a straight face as royalty would.
“Wim!” The rope lands her on her back successfully ripping a part of her dress.
My heart drops to my stomach. I cannot imagine being in her shoes, I would be screaming for my life rather maintaining silence.
She closes her eyes for a brief second and opens them again. Calmness back in her gaze.
“Wim.” The second lash on her bac
