HECTOR

I’d been aware that people were gathering long before I drew the council of elders out in the open. It was why I had left the castle gates open behind me. So that the villagers and Highlander could run up the castle hill and see, and hear.

And Merida, sweet, sweet Merida. Her blood had flown so sweetly over the length of my arm and face, and the crowd gasped as I tossed her severed head into the dust just outside the hall where I had made sure to stand so there wouldn't be any more stragglers running up behind me.

It would have been my thirteenth reason to...