Phoebe's POV
Conflicted emotions churned within me as I approached the platform. Witnessing the slaughter of hundreds—perhaps thousands—wasn't something I relished, regardless of the necessity.
These were traitors, yes, but that didn't ease the weight in my chest. They deserved death for their crimes, yet watching it unfold brought me no satisfaction.
The stench hit me as I climbed closer to the elevated platform overlooking the gallows. Perry commanded his throne with regal authority, while spectators remained to witness the grim finale.
Only five condemned souls remained when I reached his side, and two met their end just as I arrived.
His attention snapped to me immediately. Warriors parted like a sea, clearing my path with reverent precision.
"Why are you here?" His brow furrowed with concern. "This isn't a place for you." He rose swiftly, approaching with protective intent, guiding me toward a seat with the delicate care reserved for precious glass.
