The slave is dead

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It was early morning and the bright sunshine lit every spot in the mansion.

Willow was stepping out of the bathroom, she was cleaning her body before she proceeded to put on her clothes.

Shortly, Amaya happens to barge into the room and she rushed at Willow.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Willow asked, glancing at her friend while she was putting on her clothes.

"It's Eleanor!" Amaya breathed sharply, she was panting heavily and gasping too.

"Huh? Eleanor? What's wrong with her?" Willow asked, and then she faced Amaya completely after she had put on her clothes.

"I heard from the maids in the kitchen that she will be executed this morning by the king's order!" Amaya cried out.

"What?" Willow couldn't help but laugh "That's not possible at all, I don't believe it!"

"It's the truth!" Amaya helplessly gripped her hair as she ruffle them.

"Huh? Wait for a second, what could be her offense?" Willow frowned hugely at Amaya, she was still having high doubts that Eleanor will b