A thud silenced the city square. People applauded—applauded. The sound covered the second thud of the man’s head falling and rolling away. Then Chaol was in another room, in the castle that had once been his home, listening to the thud of flesh and bone on marble, red mist coating the air, Dorian screaming— Oath-breaker. Liar. Traitor. Chaol was all of those things now, but not to Dorian. Never to his true king.
