"My decision is final," Duke Kleo said that night, still standing proudly in his position as he gazed into the distance as if wanting to catch more of the moonlight falling on the expanse of land in Wereal. His steadfastness was even stronger than the most solid rock anywhere, leaving Lyra speechless even if she wanted to. "I will still execute Baron Jason."
Grinning, she froze even though she wanted to say something. Her happiness had just formed this afternoon after hearing that the two maids who were supposed to be executed had just been exiled. The guilt as well as the paranoia had just faded and was almost completely gone. But now a new problem arose.
'I really will become a murderer if Duke Kleo executes Baron Jason,' she thought lamenting her absolute fate, despite the decision she had made.
