Nobles that had been invited over on account of an investigation for those that had plotted against the King were not exactly treated with care, neither too badly.
There were made to stay in rooms were food was provided for them daily.
As nobles, it was a better accommodation fitting their status than the prison cells for prisoners.
However, with the arrival of the Anchor stone, this investigation of a thing was going to be taking more time.
Then again it was always bound to.
Nevertheless, all hearts were in chaos at the moment.
How couldn't they be?
Just outside the accomodation made for them was the Guillotine.
A structure made of two polls on the side, made to guide a heavy blade to the neck below it.
Once in a while, a noble would meet his fate.
Whether he intended to or not.
Sometimes the guards would come for them in the middle of the night while they sleep.
