Chapter 65: Barely Calm

A shudder went through the room at the mention of treason. The kingdom’s law regarding treason was one of the harshest laws they had: death by drawing and quartering. The last time someone had been accused of treason, the king left their body scattered until the wild beasts consumed every piece of flesh and refused to let the traitor’s family hold any form of funeral rites.

In that man’s defense, the traitor had murdered his luna.

Chasel knew that if Adolph had to follow in his father’s footsteps in that way, he wouldn’t stop at drawing and quartering. The late king had been a fearsome man, but he had come into the war a lot older than when Adolph had gone in. He hadn’t been so steeped in blood that his aura and scent had begun to smell of it.

Chasel shuddered.

“So says His Majesty,” Chasel said, calling forth a resounding salute of acknowledgment from the guards in the hall.

Chasel approached Adolph slowly, taking stock of how he shook and the glints of red light in his eyes. It