Another five days passed in the blink of an eye; nothing had changed in the tower, except perhaps Cecilia, who showed a tiny shred of previously lost energy. The same could not be said for what transpired outside the tower walls, rumors of the traitorous priestess running rampant through the city. At first, people had trouble believing such a thing about her beloved holiness. Still, with the passage of time and the support of a particular hand in the dark, it soon became the absolute truth.
The masses who once loved and revered Cecilia now clamored for her death as payment for the lives lost during Kormat's invasion. The royalty played their cards right by staying out of the picture, only spectators of what was about to happen. For them, it was fine, as long as the masses were satisfied again.
