The crowd stood silent in awe and shock as blood splattered on Celeste’s clothes,
her eyes wide as Fezrick’s dead body hit the ground, and the crowd erupted in shocked whispers.
“The king just killed the tyrant, Beta Fezrick for the slave?”
“That doesn’t make sense; he cannot see her as more important than Lady Nyssa,” another argued while Nyssa heard every single piece of gossip.
Even her gaze held shock at the king’s reaction, never expecting that just an attack would lead to the traitor’s life being taken in an instant, all because of Celeste!
She had tried to contain her jealousy when the king hadn’t informed her but had told only Cassian of his travel with Celeste to the Sorgale hills.
She couldn’t help but wonder what had changed so drastically between them in those past three
