Rose POV

“Where are you taking me to?” I ask as I try to struggle from their grip. Their fingers dig into my skin the more.

I watch as they take me to the rooftop and make me kneel. One of the maids steps forward toward me.

“Forgive me, my Luna,” she says as she begins to Zip my gown down.

“What are you doing?” I ask as fear creeps into me. Why am I on the rooftop, a possible place for conviction, why are they undressing me? Are they about to behead me?

But people who they have beheaded in the past wore their clothes. If I knew a...