Everyone had gathered in the castle courtyard. It was a bright day with a cloudless sky. Yet the screams and wails of pain were a stark contrast.

People began clearing out once it was over, and the horrors had finished. And now Aethelwold was left standing outside on the castle stairs, shamed, and with a bandage collecting blood where his right eye used to be.

Until he noticed you.

"What do you want," he asked sharply.