Chapter 69

Marienne's Pov

Delaney, on the other hand, retained her composure, steeling herself against the impending horror. She said no words, her lips pressed together in a firm line. It was in the quietude of her presence, the stillness of her spirit, that I saw the true strength within her, I had always admire her for her strength and ability to withstand all the torment. She showed no weakness, or gave the crowd the satisfaction of seeing her in dismay.

As Shadow was dragged towards the executioner's block, his head destined to be severed from his body, he turned towards her, and a sad smile graced his face. In that moment, I could see the unconditional love that existed between them, the unspoken understanding that transcended the boundaries of society.

Delaney, unable to bear the agony of watching her lover's demise, began to struggle against the guards holding her. The torture began slowly, teasingly. Instead of the swift and merciful blow of the executioner's axe, it was Shadow's outstr