Ophelia couldn't stomach this any longer. The shrieks and sobbings were giving her a headache. She was going to faint any moment from the traumatic loss of blood around her. How many people had dropped dead by now?
Bodies littered the floor around her husband.
Women and children were spared, but for how long?
Ophelia didn't want to be around to see it. Without warning, her knees gave out. She sank to the ground with a loud thud.
"Get the lady a chair." Killorn didn't even look over his shoulder to see who it was. Only one person in his entire group would have such a weak gut.
"My lady," Gerald gruffly said whilst bringing the furniture over. When she sat limply on the ground, he grabbed her elbows and gently nudged her.
"Don't touch her," Killorn snapped.
