Mercy of the Blade

Astrid

The wind blows cold over the wasteland of a courtyard, only half-full when it should have been bursting with men. This is Daxen’s fault, I remind myself through the sadness.

And he is about to be executed for it.

Bram and a loyal guard named Winston, flank Daxen on either side as he is brought before the throne, which has been moved outdoors for the occasion. The weather looks as bleak