Prologue
127 Words
She looked down at her shaking hands that were covered in her husband's blood. Her gown was covered in his fresh, sticky blood, and she forced herself to look into his piercing blue eyes as he held onto life. Shock was the main emotion that she could see. He wasn't expecting to be betrayed, not by the man towering over them with the bloody jeweled dagger still in his hand.
The sound of her husband's men rushing through the halls in their armor echoed as tears stung her eyes. She took a deep, shaking breath and forced herself to look up at the man who took her husband's life. She couldn't help but think on how it had come to this. Had this been his fate all along?
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