“A traitor who sold out her country! A wicked woman who devoured lives!”... more>>
My patron used me as both a stepping stone to power and a sacrificial offering.
Blinded by the sweetness of patronage, I never even considered those acts to be wrong—until they returned to me as great sins.
It was only on the eve of my execution that I realized—
“Let’s go, Ariel. Rest for a while. I’ll wake you in a safe place.”
—That the hand I should have taken was that of the Marquis of Shumiern.
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