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"Guards." He never raised his voice. Never looked at Danika for once.

'"Your Majesty!" Three guards behind him answered at the same time, stepping forward.

Dread filled Baski. Whatever it is he has to say made her so scared. New tears filled her eyes. "Please, Lucien... Please..."

He didn't spare her a glance. "Take the slave to the dungeon. I, King Lucien, sentence Slave Danika to death. She will be hanged on the morning of the fourth day from today, at the square."

Baski began crying earnestly.

He didn't miss a beat as he continued, "Until that day, she will remain in the dungeon with no food and water." That said, he turned and walked out of the storeroom.

"Oh, Heavens!!" Baski cried out in misery, raising both trembling hands to cover her mouth.

Vetta felt vic