Raising an eyebrow, Kit leaned in, having no idea what her mother was suggesting. “The people?”
“Yes. I can’t stand before them and show any sort of weakness. They will think I’ve lost all of my power and turn on me. So… I will allow you to make an argument for him, if that is what you wish. If you can convince the crowd that Jecobian should be spared, I shall come up with an alternative punishment. If you cannot, then he shall lose his head. Fair enough?”
She imagined herself standing out on the dais, appealing to the masses, begging them to spare Jecob’s life, and knew the chances were slim. Everyone seemed to love a good beheading, and the fact that the princess was asking them for mercy didn’t sound like much of a deterrent. But it was the best opportunity Jecob would have to live. “Yes, Your Majesty. That sounds fair. Thank you. Your grace is much appreciated.”
