Damian's eyes narrow with displeasure at my continued silence. With a disdainful flick of his hand, his guards seize me and Ryder roughly.
"Very well, if the 'great' Rosetta has finally learned her place, then perhaps it's time to put this long-overdue execution into motion." His voice takes on a grandiose tone as he addresses the assembled nobles and soldiers. "People of my kingdom! Today you shall bear witness to the fate that awaits any who dare raise a hand against my rightful rule."
The guards begin hauling us away from the throne room. Ryder still strains against their iron grips, bellowing out frenzied curses and protests. I simply allow myself to be dragged along, numb acceptance cloaking me like a shroud.
I barely register being bound and forced into a prisoner transport wagon
