The sound of chains scraping against stone echoed through the courtyard as Mariel was dragged out. The morning sun did nothing to warm the air. it was cold, heavy with judgment. Guards surrounded her, each step of hers slow and painful as they led her toward the waiting carriage.

Selene stood beside Kaelen, her gown glittering faintly in the sunlight, her face calm and unreadable. Kaelen gave a brief nod, and the guards forced Mariel to her knees before the royal steps.

“Please,” Mariel ...