(LANA)
The sight of Cerise, the foolish three-hundred-year-old fae that I had accepted into my chest when the entire palace despised her for her foolishness, confess against me made me sick to my stomach, but I did not move an inch, not even when Ben proposed a search.
That evening, using the sword of the executor, I severed the head of the elderly gladiator because he intended to use the same sword to severe my own.
Why should I put up with the old fool and let him drag me into the realm of hades when I was not even close to being able to draw my last breath?
I killed him because the imps had paid him to kill me, and he was the first person to come to my room, seek me out, and try to have me killed. However, I was able to turn the tables on him, and that was the end of him.
