Dayie ought to pull away from the guillotine before it is all too late.
Before it's too late.
But Ria Sparrows' eyes are on her. She had to make her move now—now or never!
"The king—"
"He's going to the platform!"
A loud thump, akin to a beating drum made Dayie's world crumble to pieces. Bahath? Bahath's coming to the platform?
It was as if all noise had been nullified, all except to Bahath's very own footsteps. From the distance, Farhad was screaming her name, and the entirety became more chaotic and in disarray. Why? Why is everything being thrown to chaos, when things were just going with the plan?
"Why must you interfere?" It was Bahath's voice. "Are you that hungry for power? For the throne?"
