CHAPTER 119 FORGIVENESS

CLAIRE Stopping in front of the throne, Declan lowered the body of the witch together with one of the guards. Eamon slowly stood up from his throne, looking absolutely gutted even though he wasn't. He was just quite fine, but I guessed he was trying so hard to look like he didn't care even when he didn't. I didn't need any of those fake shows, but I guess we just got one ourselves. I was jarred out of my thoughts when he spoke. "Anya, Claire, Declan," he started with a voice that was heavy with concern. " What happened out there?" None of us spoke for some time. It was Anya who, in the end, took a few steps forward and spoke to him. "Your Majesty, " she started respectfully, even though there was a lot of pain in her voice. "We encountered a group of rogues and a wendigo. Look at her, look!" She said, pointing to the witch with a slightly agitated voice. He did as he had been told, and she continued. "I get it that you hate these people so much because they are strangers,