Chapter 47
Chapter forty-seven
Everly
“Your Majesty, maybe you should retire for the day.” Lutin’s voice is low but insistent as his footsteps quicken to keep pace with me.
I don’t respond, my gaze fixed on the doors to the great hall. I reach them first and push through with a single-minded purpose.
Inside, Raiden has arranged over two dozen fae rebels in two rows, their hands bound behind their backs, their heads bowed, forced to kneel on the cold marble floor before the throne. A murmur runs through the room as I enter, though it dies as quickly as it began.
Nolan sees me and rushes over, his face taut with concern. “Your Majesty, this is no place–”
I raise my hand sharply, silencing him. Fenris and Raiden both turn to face me, their expressions shifting from surprise to something unreadable.