The men stare open mouthed at me. Frankly, I’m suprised at myself. Then the men do something else that is completely surprising. They jump off their horses, kneel, and bow their heads.
“Queen Cassiopeia.” Their leader says. “We are sorry.”
I stare coldly down at him, emboldened by his meekness.
“You killed my boyfriend.”
He stands and meets my gaze.
“With good reason.”
“Really? What good rea...