“No, no, no,” Nyssa hissed as Muriel’s body hit the ground and her body trembled with dread to what she had just done.
There was blood everywhere, and the light slowly left her eyes as Muriel’s words rang while she clung to Nyssa’s dress.
“The king’s child must live…” Muriel fought to speak with blood blocking her airways, before the light in her eyes finally dimmed, and Muriel was gone.
The scene left Nyssa stumbling back in a mess of shock and fear.
“No, L-lady Muriel,” she stuttered, shaking the old woman who was dead, the knife still embedded in Muriel’s chest as her breath harshened.
And then Nyssa noticed there was another witness! Just outside was Anora, as a witness! “You!” Nyssa screeched.
Before Anora could run, Nyssa raced to the door, grabbing her into the room, eyes wid
