Chapter 157. A Hundred Strokes

She had stayed close to Jairus throughout the entire ordeal, clinging to him. Jairus had stood up there so firm and proud of all that he had accomplished thus far with the aid of Aakifahlynn.

But damned if he acknowledged it once. He stood there as if it were he who had won himself the throne, as if it were he who had strategized and come up with all of the plans for the safety and security of the Kingdom, as if it were he who had won them all the victory that they have enjoyed.

Jairus had stood there as if it were he who ensured that produce and poultry were provided, and so much more, for the people who were fed.

Yes, he had stood there full of pride, the mighty Alpha King Jairus Mathiesen, but look at him now.

And amongst the rest that was there was the warrior's task to handle her that night. Aakifahlynn's Whipper was the one responsible for her hanging. 

"Goodnight to the people of the once fair Kingdom, I do not greet you today as your Queen Luna,"