Esme hastened to catch up with the king as he strolled down the wide hallway, her footsteps echoing off the walls. Lennox's stride faltered as he turned around to face her, his eyes narrowing slightly at her sudden appearance. Her eyes were wide with anxiety as she blurted out her question.
"Are you really planning to execute Finnian?" Lennox's gaze swept through the corridor, taking in the nearby guards stationed at their post. Without responding, he grasped Esme's wrist and led her into the throne room, seeking the privacy they needed to discuss the sensitive matter.
