When Joselyn entered the breakfast hall Marcus automatically knew something was wrong. She was only wearing a gown, something she does when she is needing to reach her weapons quickly. As she walked in, Rowan was dragging the treasonous messenger from the other entrance to the dining hall. Henry and Aaron looked at each other clueless. Joselyn walked up the messenger and he began to beg for his life, “Please my Queen, spare my life. I was forced to…” he sentence was cut short “Rowan, you interrogated him. Is there anything of value or any truth to what he is saying?” Rowan held the man tightly in his grasp, “No, he is a trader, nothing more.” Joselyn nodded and with one swift movement grabbed a knife from her thigh and slit the messenger’s throat. His body detached from his head. Rowan sto
