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It was finally the day that Luna and her conspirators had longed for. The day Freya will be executed. She was carried out of her cell and dressed in a long, ragged robe that made her feel uneasy. Even though she is a rogue, she has not worn such attire for once; Flarry had made sure she looked tidy like the Princess that she was.

In order to see the execution, the entire pack assembled outside the palace.

After being gently led to the execution site, Freya was restrained to a chair and unable to move. When she realized that Arthur was nowhere to be found and had come to see her die, she knew that he was embarrassed.

"You do not even know who I am—I will not be murdered like my parents," she said to Arthur in her mind.

Her legs were bound together, so the first thing done was to divide them with a thick rod. All she did was wince silently in pain while people watched. Those pains were way light compared to the ones she passed through when training as an assassin.

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