Somewhere between the throne room and the Luminari Citadel, Guinevere Lunaris went from possessed war weapon to enthusiastic tourist. The handcuffs didn't slow her down. Nothing ever did.
Her eyes flicked from gold to green. The ancient queen was evidently done with this shit.
One second she was taking a nap, the next she was mid-battle, and now she was walking with no memory of how she got here.
Guinevere looked down at her hands. Cuffed. Luminari stone. Looked at the guards flanking her. Armed.
She sighed.
Reckoning day had arrived.
Kael watched the sigh land and interpreted it through the matebond, which was feeding him a steady stream of her emotions. Resignation. Calm. Acceptance. The kind of acceptance that comes from a woman who knows what she did and has decided to face it.
