Chapter 35 - A Vow in the Night, A Path Forward

Baron Reginald sobbed on his knees, his eyes fixed on Roric's headless corpse. Blood pooled on the gravel road, black in the moonlight.

"Please," my father begged, his voice cracking. "I can explain everything. Lord Malachi—he forced me—"

"Silence." Alaric's voice cut through the night like his blade had moments before. He stepped closer to my father, sword still dripping. "I don't care what excuses you've fabricated. You sold your daughter like livestock."

I watched from the carriage, Alaric's coat wrapped around my shoulders. Part of me wanted to look away, but I couldn't. This was the reckoning I'd secretly prayed for through years of abuse and neglect.

Alaric crouched down, bringing his face level with my father's. "You have two options, Baron. Neither ends well for you."

My father's body shook uncontrollably. "What... what options?"

"I could kill you right now, as you deserve." Alaric gestured to Roric's body with his sword. "It would be quick. Cleaner than you merit."