She eyed the young women who stood at the front of the crowd. Those were the ladies that she had to worry about the most. The blatant display of death hadn’t phased them in the slightest. They all stood with bloody hems, some of them even had blood on their hands, but their hungry eyes were turned toward the castle. They cared little for the loss of life. They hardly even cared that someone had died in front of them. All that mattered was that their future was within their grasp.
