I use the solitude of my cell to gather my thoughts. The revelation about Levenstein and his role churns in my head, and when the day of the trial arrived, a couple of possibilities has already cropped up in my mind, and I hope that one of them is enough so I won't face the gallows.
A guard arrives and says gruffly, "Hey! You are required to show yourself on the trial. Queen Eliana will be there."
"Only the Queen? How about the king?" I ask, attempting to get information from him.
"Only the previous king will be in attendance," he replies.
The guard guides me to the grand courtroom. Instead of looking at the nobles sitting on both sides, I stare up at the ceiling where the vaulted ceiling is painted with images of heroes from different generations. I wonder if those people had the role of Heroes and Heroines too?
