34
Taytra
Taytra doesn’t like where this is going. The ring of people surrounding her in the middle of this room is growing by the minute. The throne room is still decked out for the Fritual ceremony. The memory stabs Taytra. She had tried to protect her family that night and look what good it had brought her. It was her turn now to stand up on the platform with hundreds of eyes upon her. Ward stands off to the side. It is only slightly annoying to her that he isn’t tied up, why do they think it was safer for them if he is loose? Someone probably told them what happened the last time that you stood on this stage she reminds herself. She has to give them a little credit for thinking about that one. She really hopes that that man rotted in Hell. Who did he think he was? Attacking my sister
