In that moment of weakness, Marianne leaned over and, with a sudden movement, pushed me to the ground, placing her hands on my chest.
“You know what they do to traitors in this kingdom, don't you? They tear off their limbs one by one...” she said, moving away from me.
All her attention was focused on Bicker, and she reached out her hands toward him.
Her disgusting hands caressed Bicker's burned face, while a smile spread across her lips.
“Get away from him! Don't touch him, you crazy b***h!” I shouted, trying to get up, but I couldn't.
“What are you going to do to me? Kill me? Just like you killed my brother? How sweet,” she said with a mocking, defiant laugh.
That woman was truly insane. She had even dared to mix poison with the incense, but she was breathing in the smoke too. How
