Conaan's body was carried by two assassins, and Eleanor followed, her hands wrapped around her. It had started raining suddenly, and along with everything, the rain seemed rather appropriate. The dark clouds, the gloom.

Eleanor's breath hitched, making her hiccup as she followed through the long, straight path in the palace.

"To the chamber."

The assassins nodded and walked in, and Eleanor gestured for the door to be closed behind her.

The people were outside in the rain, the smell of blood and death filling the entire kingdom, the bodies filling everywhere.

But the kingdom stood still, every heart beating silently as they waited. What would become of King Conaan?...