Sweat slid down their cheeks as their eyes darted to the closed door, retreating from the hostile gazes.
''We don't have air to waste on imprisonment. Death is the only penalty.'' Grace's tone remained emotionless as she spoke.
''You can't do that!'' a panicked shout left one of their lips. The others nodded as they moved secretly to the door.
''We have the aristocrats backing. You won't be able to become the leader after the next vote because of your actions.'' The man half-threatened and pleaded. His body trembled badly from fear as he noticed Grace's unbothered stare.
Grace's lazy gaze followed their feet. A yawn nearly escaped her lips. The other administrators frowned, acknowledging the truth of his words.
Those people have the power to control the votes, but remembering who her husband was, their frown resided.
