Chapter 67

Helenna fell to her knees, her mouth agape. What had she done?

Kassandora took a breath. The air was filled with magic here. She had been in a scorching desert for the past millennia and a cooling monsoon had finally come. She took another breath as the sensations ran through her throat, her arms, her chest, to her feet and fingers. Even the strands of her hair felt as if they were alive.

A thousand years had passed and she had got her goal. Freedom. A thousand years of smiles and jokes, a thousand years of conniving thoughts, a thousand years without a single misstep. Where every move had been planned out and theorized in her mind as she waited in this cramped cell. Kassandora tore the grey prison clothes off herself and reached forwards with the hand that had just sent her greatsword, Joyeuse, into the crowd of men.