“We can still turn back,” Edgar breathed. “We can make reparations. The two of us, we can…We don’t have—“
He never finished his sentence. Before she knew it, the only man she had ever truly known or cared for, was sent to the ground straight from his horse’s back. The fletching from an arrow protruded from his chest.
She turned slowly to face the uncountable men on the horizon.
She would show them what she really was.