My mind raced with questions, the fear clawing at my chest as I was escorted through the corridors, each step taking me farther from Alexander and closer to whatever awaited me at the King’s court.
The trip there passed in a blur as my mind raced, going over every detail that had led us to this moment. What could I possibly say that would save Alexander from the king’s wrath?
The throne room felt cold. The King’s imposing figure was seated on his throne, his gaze piercing, unwavering as he watched me approach. His expression was unreadable, a mask that gave nothing away.
I tried not to let my fear show, but it was difficult. The weight of the situation, the tension in the air—it was impossible not to feel the pressure mounting.
Every step I took brought me closer to the m
