The Murder Of A Princess

"Should we report this to the guards?" Liliyana asked, her face tinged with angst.

Having slipped out of her cell along with the others, she, just like the rest, was confused about the body of flesh and metal lying before their eyes. The abominations, they'd taken care of without a problem, but the dead girl underneath was bound to be more trouble.

"She was sitting with the king in the hall, and given that bastard's hostility towards us, he might just blame us for her death," Raven explained, his hand reaching for a sparking finger. Straightening it a little, he pinched a jade ring that was oozing immense mana.

"A magic item?" Liliyana whispered, seeing the same flames of magic burning out from the ring.