All the people that were present in the main hall could not help but gulp nervously as they watched as the female elf burnt to death.
Her screams, even though they were no longer present, it was as if they could still hear her agony. The slave was an elf, true, but it still did not stop the people on the room to somewhat pity her after seeing how she died.
But they also felt relief. If Princess Sofia were to somehow get hurt, or worse, die in their care. The King is not to be trifled with, if even a single strand of hair were to be removed from the Princess then all of them present here and their families will surely perish.
Princess Sofia could only click her tongue. She noticed that the slave was not really holding a knife, but rather a sharp piece of wood. She could have taken that from anywhere.
