Chapter 113

Conaan's body was carried by two assassins, and Eleanor followed, her hands wrapped around her. It had started raining suddenly, and along with everything, the rain seemed rather appropriate. The dark clouds, the gloom.

Eleanor's breath hitched, making her hiccup as she followed through the long, straight path in the palace.

"To the chamber."

The assassins nodded and walked in, and Eleanor gestured for the door to be closed behind her.

The people were outside in the rain, the smell of blood and death filling the entire kingdom, the bodies filling everywhere.

But the kingdom stood still, every heart beating silently as they waited. What would become of King Conaan? What would become of them?

He has never been brought back from war horizontally. It never did happen. But now...

Eleanor followed behind, then waited, tears pooling in her eyes as Conaan was lowered to the bed, his hair sprawling across the pillow, his arm dangling down the edge.