Chances to Another Life

55. The Biggest Decision

The King's words the other day were still ringing in my head, along with his seriousness about getting rid of Elliot if the man still insisted on having a relationship with Adellia.

Now I was in the reading room, accompanying Adellia who had been working on something in her files for a while. I sat on the sill of the wide open window through which a breeze blew that somehow didn't feel fresh.

I was too worried and scared about all of this. I had just finished my duty of feeding the prisoners, and the old woman who had spoken the prophecy was suddenly hissing and muttering in a language I didn't recognize. I was also worried that all the prisoners knew my identity as someone who wasn't from this world, and I really hoped that the cloths covering their heads weren't transparent so that they could see my face.

"Adellia, will the execution take place tomorrow?" Elena, sitting on the sofa, asked her cousin.

"Yes, these black magic practitioners have been in the dungeon too long. Tomorr