Chapter 154: A session of public shaming.
A moment of silence roared on the calm grassland, everyone could sense a minor change in the air. It could have been because Sigrid’s aura had been growing colder and colder or because Roland frowned, displeased by Lettice’s behavior. Or perhaps it was because Lady Iryne’s fingers managed to locate Sir Samuel’s sword as he was the armed knight nearest to her.
"Lettice York, have you lost your marbles?" Governess Brum voiced out in alarm.
This spoiled lady routine she was putting on had moments and people that cared for it, the Thorin’s were not those people.
"Take her away." Roland ordered in a deep, calm voice.
Two young knights came out to act on the order but Sigrid stopped them. She was familiar with the name Lettice York, Roland’s spoiled ward of sorts that was killed by a bull during the time Emmah spent on Stormwind in the original novel.
Her death had been as a result of actions of her own making with a little help from Emmah. She had tried to copy Emmah by riding a bull. Emmah had the lucky halo, the bull liked her and willingly allowed her to sit on its back.
Lettice was a character that made up less than one page of the novel. When she tried to climb onto the bulls back, it threw her in the air and one of its horns went through her chest. As if that was not enough, it run around crazily, dropping her body in the grassland and the horses trampled all over it.
Her death was brutal, it rivaled Sigrid’s own which was why she had considered changing the woman’s fate when she arrived at Stormwind. Who knew that Lettice was so stupid that she killed the mercy Sigrid had.
"Your problem is that you are a thief that dreams of splendor and glory. You know that the crown prince favors you a little bit so you flaunt it around thinking that you are better than the commoners.