Chapter One Hundred and Three
The guards marched them out of the dark, suffocating dungeons and into the open air. Rain blinked against the sudden brightness, the sharp contrast between the oppressive gloom of the dungeon and the glaring sunlight making her vision swim.
But it wasn't the light that struck her the hardest—it was the noise.
A deafening roar of angry chants and jeers rose from the massive crowd gathered outside the palace gates. The sea of people surged with raw fury, their faces twisted with hatred and resentment.
"The daughters of a man like that don't deserve to live!" someone shouted from the mob. "They should pay for all their crimes!" another voice bellowed.
"The women of Elderslot should be put to death!"
