Of the twenty, there were twelve women and eight children, five of which were orphaned.
Alex followed Jamison to the war room nestled on the basement floor of the palace, a large chamber lined with tables piled with paperwork, chairs occupied by concerned guards and servants, and weapons stashed against the walls should they be needed. As she walked through the crowd of people, to where Treyan stood next to the Councillor upon a small dais at one end, she couldn’t help but feel the eyes upon her or hear the whisper of her name. Among that whisper, however, came other news she wished she could have ignored.
One of the riders stood next to a woman holding an infant, and Treyan looked devastated as he heard them out. Of the other eighty inhabitants, they were either lucky to be away, killed
