A shiver ran through her as she realized, her only option was to turn to the very person who had planned this nightmare.
She, a proud viscountess would now have to plead for mercy from the very same man who had unleashed such chaos upon her life.
She clenched her fists in anger and fury but the truth remained that Julian was her only possible savior in this trap he had set. She hoped that she could somehow negotiate with the devil.
Back in the king's room, Duke Ethwer spoke up, "Let's remain here and protect His Majesty. The assassin may attempt another attack." The other dukes nodded in agreement.
The king however, softened his gaze as he turned to Julian. He had a faint smile in his face.
"My grandson has grown to a wise and strong man," he said with pride clear in his voice.
