FINNIAN

“How dare you ask for mercy for your King?” I growled, my hand tightening around his throat. His eyes widened, his veins flashing under the skin as he struggled. “Do you even know what he did?”

A gasp rippled through the room. His fools, the ones who called themselves elders, began to stir. One jumped up, bowing low to Rowan. “Your Highness! Will you let Prince kill one of us again? Our King is not enough for you?”

Another shouted in agreement, and suddenly their voices ...