Much like the ceremony before, the platform was set up on the edge of the square near the castle in the kingdom. Damien and Vienna marched in line behind the guards. As they crossed the bridge, she once again peered back into the dirty water. Once again, two eyes peered back at her from the trench filled with murky water.
She gripped Damien's hand as they followed the guards. The king and the queen were behind them, bringing up the rear. The queen had the ring with her. She had barely spoken a word to Vienna since they had joined them in the garden. It was not that Vienna cared. She might be a means to an end for the queen, but the queen was the same for her.
Vienna's mother and sister were alive. They were somewhere in this time zone. The news had made her day. She squeezed Damien's han
