65. Happy ending

Blood was dripping on the ground. A palm had fallen far away in the middle of the court. People stood up from their chairs in shock. Darius Simard had dared to cut the wrist of the queen of Wenkon. Stalwart.

"Take her away. Throw her in the darkest dungeon. Keep her between the rocks of ice till her death so that all her heat is dissipated." Vrinda Simard said in a rage.

"You are not doing this for your good. You will have to bear the consequences of punishing me."

"You are the culprit and justice says that you should be punished." Vrinda Simard was cold. He wanted to behead her right now but justice was not in its favour.

"What do you think? Sending me in the dungeon, keeping me in ice… I can't die." She smirked.

"I know how you will be killed. So, stay in the dark in cold. Calm down the fire you have inside. Till then, I will prepare for your death." Darius Simard said sarcastically.