After you, the Queen of Aedara, heard about the court officials sentencing a hanging without confiding in you, you couldn’t believe it. You storm into the village center and push your way through the crowd, the sight being dreadful. The guillotine was sharpened to a shine, the noble from which the criminal had stolen from holding a smug grin. Your eyes run through all the faces but freeze when they gloss over the criminal’s. It feels as though time freezes as the two of your hues connect.