Chapter 38: A Handkerchief for a Head
Chapter 38: A Handkerchief for a Head
The moment Seraphina gave the order, the soldier saluted without hesitation and turned to carry it out.
Oliver’s mind ignited.
This was it.
There was no question about what was about to happen. Seraphina’s word was law. Any command she gave was carried out to the letter. There would be no delay, no reconsideration, no chance of survival.
They were going to kill him.
His legs were weak, and his blood was still. He wasn’t strong enough to fight back. His current blood rank was only Blood Initiate. He was a child with no weapon, no support. Just a corpse-in-waiting. Even the Carcass Mail he had gotten from the night trial was currently useless as it was on cool down time.
Think… Think...
His eyes darted around the room. From the bleeding hanging man on the wall to every corner. What leverage did he have? What could he offer to halt a noblewoman’s wrath? She held power, beauty, madness, and none of it leaned in his favor.
And then—he saw it.
The chair.
A single ornate seat in the corner, deep crimson cushions draped in a velvet cloak. The silver threads of a familiar crest glinted under the faint light.