We reached the courtyard in minutes.
Nobles lined the balconies above. Watching it like this was entertainment. Council elders stood in a semi-circle behind Threx.
This wasn't just an execution. It was a show.
The boy was still on his knees. Blood dripped from his throat where the blade pressed. But his eyes were fierce. Unafraid.
"Let him go," Vaelor said. His voice carried across the courtyard.
Threx smiled. "Call off the rebellion first, Your Majesty."
"I didn't start it. The wolves made their own choice."
"Then their blood is on your hands." The blade pressed harder.
The boy didn't flinch. Just stared at Vaelor with something like worship.
He'd come here to die for us. For babies he'd never met.
"Wait," I said. Stepped forward before I could stop myself.
Every eye turned to me.
Threx looked interested. "Yes, Lady Aelara?"
"You want to examine the twins properly. Fine. Do it." The words came out steadier than I felt. "But release him first."
