Chapter 392: It could have been her
The arena was filled with spectators who came to see the fall of a noble family. Ivana was on the ground, stones still falling on her. She could not move. When it got too much the soldier warned the people to stop.
She was tugged, pulling her up, her chain dragged, pulling her to the pole. Ivana’s death was one of the most gruesome at this time. To be burnt alive, it was chosen by the council under Lucian’s control. It was a punishment kept for witches and those who committed very shameful acts.
The entire royal family was present to watch. Abrielle sat calmly on her seat, her eyes watching the duchess. She has complex emotions watching Ivana and her heart squeezed but she didn’t understand why
A thought crossed her mind it could be her facing this death. "Being burnt to death must be painful," Evelyn mentioned.
Abrielle didn’t say a thing, her fate if Cedric hadn’t unexpectedly fallen for her would not be so different. Abrielle was to be beheaded by Cedric in a public execution after which her body was completely burnt.
The entire time Cedric watched, he didn’t flinch but watched to make sure the obsessed wife who troubled his beloved was dead.
No public speeches were made, Ivana was dragged to the post, her body bound to the pole surrounded by hay. Even close to death Ivana still had her proud look.
"You don’t have to watch if you can’t." She said, glancing to my side, Fiona was seated. Her face was pale. Abrielle wondered if she still had some form of affection for the woman who never regarded her
"No, I am fine." She lied, her eyes watching Ivana, who was in a very pitiful state. Her body was covered in bruises, wearing a white dress stained with her own blood and dirt.
After Ivana was tied securely, the executioner walked steadily like the god of death. A torch was in his hand, his face covered to prevent the victim from seeing her killer before passing to the afterlife.
Abrielle’s breath slowed, and the execution stood. It seemed like he had a conversation with Ivana that only made her mad as she spat at him. The execution glanced in Lucian’s direction waiting for the approval.