Just as she was about to stab Bartholomew in the throat, just as she was about to obtain the title of murderer and killer of King Bartholomew, she heard someone yell, "Stop!"
She halted in her tracks.
As if she'd been hit by realization itself, she quickly realized what'd stopped her, or rather… who.
"And why the hell not?" Sophia demanded, not turning to face him.
Without answering Sophia's initial question, Nicholas told her, "Don't."
"Don't make yourself a killer for someone like him."
Getting Sophia's silence as his answer, he continued.
"He's not worth it."
"Windsor, you're better than that."
Sophia turned around slowly, facing Nicholas and looking him directly in the eye.
Looking him in the eye, she felt like some monster. She felt as though it wasn't Bartholomew who had done something sinister and outright wrong, but her instead.
She inhaled sharply.
