CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
I felt their eyes dig into every inch of my skin but that did not bother me. What would be transpiring in a few minutes was what worried me. I was supposed to fight but those hours in the dark had tainted my fighting spirit. I barely registered the murmurs going around me. Ahead, I spot lord Akas standing arrogantly beside Fabian. On the prince’s right side was the Queen Mother, expertly avoiding my gaze.
Theo seemed restless and looked like he barely had a wink of sleep. Here I was, a widowed, childless Queen standing before my enemies, in chains like a caught assassin. So ironic. If this was indeed my last hour of living, then I was not going to die a coward. I would still hold my head high and stare straight into my enemy’s eyes. Lord Akas, stepped forward, tak
