He was handsome Tara thought, eyes set on the young man dragged before her father for execution. The council members had attempted to convince her that there would be a fair trial, an opportunity for the boy to convince them that no real harm had be done and he would no doubt be sent home that evening.
Tara watched him pale as his knees stuck to the congealed blood sticking to the throne room floor. His wasn’t the first trial of the day.
I’m going to try and write ten thousand words in the next couple of days. Five thousand today and five thousand tomorrow. I need to try and get on with these novels, especially since the notes for them are starting to take up far more space than is currently available in my room.
Wish me luck!