Several days later the attack intensified, causing death to spread through the capital like a curse, striking without warning, leaving behind bodies stiff with cold, their eyes wide open in horror.
The sickness took hold of the castle, too, curling its fingers around the weak, draining them until they were nothing but husks of their former selves.
Just like that petitions from the people piled up on my father’s desk with whispers of accusations. And that of the people that wanted justice.
What justice, I’d say they wanted a scapegoat and that’d be me, they wanted me.
I stood in the shadows of the Royal Council Hall, my back pressed against the cold marble column as I listened to the nobles and elders argue.
“Your Majesty, we can no longer ignore the obvious!” A noble’s voice rang thr
