Me and Aren take a quick glance at each other. One of us has to explain what happened. And I think Aren knows…I can’t relive that.

He, sadly, lets go of my hand and steps forward.

“If your majesty will allow, I’ll recount what happened.”

“…Proceed.”

And so Aren told the king what happened. Avoiding any…upsetting details. When he brought up the people responsible, Sara dragged the 5 eleven boys to the front. As roughly as ...