Chapter Six
Disgust churned in the pit of Alex’s stomach as he stood atop the inner walls looking out on the traitors residing in the outer palace. They’d taken his home, but that wasn’t the worst of it. They’d found magic folk who hadn’t been able to flee to Bela or seek refuge in the inner palace. Lines of them were chained along the wall, a shield of prisoners. At any hint of their magic, one of the guards would kill them.
Persinette once told him that most magic folk possessed a magic that was quite weak, only allowing them to do simple tasks. Then he’d seen the kind of power she possessed and he didn’t know what to believe anymore.
But they didn’t try to break free. They appeared truly broken.
“You shouldn’t be atop the walls, your Majesty,” Simon said, stepping up beside him. “Yo
