Chapter Eighty Seven

HECTOR

I’d been aware that people were gathering long before I drew the council of elders out in the open. It was why I had left the castle gates open behind me. So that the villagers and Highlander could run up the castle hill and see, and hear.

And Merida, sweet, sweet Merida. Her blood had flown so sweetly over the length of my arm and face, and the crowd gasped as I tossed her severed head into the dust just outside the hall where I had made sure to stand so there wouldn't be any more stragglers running up behind me.

It would have been my thirteenth reason to fly into a blind rage, but I was doing this the nice way, the controlled way a King would, not the Lycan prince maverick I had been all those years ago before the curse.

“There,” I heaved, just as the body keeled over, and the crowd scattered around the head, with a lone woman fainting in the frontlines so that she was carted off by well-meaning men.

“Mercy your highness! Mercy!” Rudolf screeched as the beefy form of two sol