The night wind blew through the garden, carrying the chill of the coming winter. Marissa adjusted her shawl and turned to leave, her movements graceful. She didn't look back. Derek followed close behind her, his steps heavy and resolute.
Senna stood alone on the gravel path. Her heart pounded in her chest like a trapped bird. The pouch of coins in her hand felt heavy, like a stone that was dragging her down to the bottom of the ocean.
"No, no, no," Senna whispered.
Panic seized her throat. She couldn't leave. Not like this. Not in defeat.
She gathered her skirts and ran. She caught up to Derek just as he reached the stone archway. She grabbed his arm with both hands, her grip desperate and tight.
"Your Grace!" she cried out. "Please, listen to me! I am innocent!"
Derek stopped. He didn't turn his body, only his head. He looked down at her hands clutching his sleeve. His eyes were dark and empty of the warmth they once held for her.
