章節 57: Crashing the execution (part one)

"Execution…?" I ask tentatively. Ithuriel taps a nervous tune on the blankets. The reluctance to tell me is written all over his face. If I had my sword to threaten him, I might have reached for it, except it is no longer at my hip, but balanced precariously against the side of the bedroom wardrobe. I grit my teeth. Just as I am about to burst, he sighs mournfully:

"Is one of ours."

I am up before Ithuriel can even get a hold of me.

I start pulling on clothes from the wardrobe:  a red velvet dress- floor length and tight hugging to my body. The type of dress I would never usually wear, but Lilyana had packed my outfits to make a statement, not for comfort. Silently, I thank her for it.