"Wait-"
Before she could finish her sentence, Killian showed a hand signal to his men which meant to kill everyone who was not one of them.
"Not Cyrus," she stepped forward to exit the carriage but stopped when reality hit her that she would have to step past king Killian.
Amelia flinched hearing the cries of the Blackwell guards being struck down one by one. Their families had prayed over their well-being but it was no use as their lives were taken.
She wanted to scream at Killian for taking away their lives but how could she? This all started because her father killed people from the north first. How could she stand here and lecture him about anyone's life?
"I was expecting you to be pleading with me, princess. Aren't you happy that I left your little friend here alive?" Killian looked to the side at Cyrus still struggling to get out of his pet's grips. "A thank you will suffice."
'More like kiss my ass,' she thought.
