ABEL EVERHEARDT'S POV
Breathe! Breathe! She is not furious at you. I tell myself, looking away from the dead bodies and the blood making a red pool on the floor. Why does death seem more scary when she is delivering it?
"Y. . . ou . . .r hi. . . ghn . . . ess! I ha. . . ve
a chi. . . ld!" the last maid bursts into tears while pleading for her life, her hoarse voice stuttering incomprehensible words.
I take deep breathes to prepare my mind for the shock of her inevitable demise. Her head will be off any second.
"You can beg my slave for forgiveness. I do not mind leaving one i***t alive to warn the others. But you're dead if he doesn't forgive," the Princess surprisingly states.
It's up to me now? And what if she doesn't agree with my decision? Do I end up like them. She needs me a
