Rhiannon burst into the throne room with a bang from the large door, her hair a wild mess, her nightgown rumpled, and dark circles under her eyes. She was barefoot, having run from her chambers to the throne room without even stopping to put on her shoes. The noble people who were in the room couldn't help but widen their eyes at how messy the former princess of the kingdom appeared.
But Rhiannon had no time to be embarrassed. Her eyes widened in shock as she took in the scene before her. Rowan, her childhood friend and the man she had recently secretly begun to love, was kneeling in the center of the room, his head placed on a stool, his hands tied behind him. The executioner was standing behind him, with an axe raised high in the air, ready to chop off his head. Two guards held Rowan tightly in place, and he looked resigned to his fate.
