Melody

The taste of ash still lingered in my mouth as I dragged Estrella’s bloodied form through the scorched remains of Mallory’s palace corridor.

Her body slumped behind me, her once-pristine cloth now torn and soiled from her futile attempts at rebellion.

She groaned softly, barely conscious, her limbs twitching in the most pitiful display I had ever witnessed from the woman who once dared call herself my sister.

Her rogues, what was left of them, stood frozen in the courtyards ...