The King’s Judgment
The bell kept ringing. Each toll sounded like a bell in Veylor Fortress.
Dong…
Dong…
Dong…
The Great Hall was still. Hundreds of warriors, council members, physicians and servants stood frozen, their faces pale with shock. The old betrayal bell had not rung in over forty years. Aria looked around the room. Everyone seemed to understand what the bell meant except her.
She leaned toward Lydia.
“What does that bell mean?”
Lydia’s expression was fixed on the council.
“It means someone inside the kingdom has done something bad.”
Aria frowned.
“And the punishment?”
Lydia hesitated.
“There is one punishment.”
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Magnus Thorne slowly stood up. His heavy robes brushed against the stone floor as he looked around the hall.
“Close every gate.”
His voice carried acro
