Fionna had wasted most of the time left, before the day breaks, reminiscing on what seemed to be unimportant or of little value to her at the moment.
For some reason, her mind wandered to the witness. The lady who had testified on Lord Jones' death... The woman who had been the only concerned one to observe the occurrences that could be much more disastrous than presumed to the ears of many.
To both Jones' men and his kingdom itself.
What would they do now, hearing that their Lord is dead? Who would see them through into the bright hope for the little ones? Or, who would lead the fight for them in tomorrow's war?
His brother had died and now him. Not even three full months had been to his favour. It is almost as if death followed his bloodline. And much more.
But no matter what, she
