The guards brought forward Dame Dracilla; bound in silver and being dragged to us. She had been badly beat, her dress torn, and her lip split open. A black eye marked her face, along with cuts and integrity bruises. “Jade?” She got out between her swollen lips, confusion at my appearance on the arm of the Prince.
“Read the charges.” Prince Luc commanded, making the Dame flinch as a guard pulled up a paper and began to speak.
“On behalf of the Royal throne, the Dame Dracilla de la Contessa is sentenced to death on the charges of holding captive a Royal, desecration of the Royal family’s name, harboring ill intent words the Crown, treason for not reporting all income including but not limited to: taxes owed, slave contributions, sale of slave contracts, legal fees, and so forth. Her execut
