Chapter 64
Azalea eased herself out of bed, wincing slightly at the soreness in her limbs. The sun had barely risen, but the palace buzzed with anticipation. Today was execution day.
Vicky came in with a fresh set of royal garments and a brush in hand. “You should rest, Your Grace. You barely slept,” she said gently, setting the clothes down.
Azalea shook her head, firm. “If Federico is slaying traitors today, I need to be there. I won’t hide behind palace walls.”
Vicky hesitated. “You’re still recovering. Standing out there in the heat, with all those bloodthirsty spectators…”
“I must attend,” Azalea said with finality. “I need them to see that Luna isn’t weak.”
Before Vicky could argue further, a knock echoed through the chamber.
Vicky went to answer it. The moment she opened the
