Chapter 43

Chapter 43

T he soldiers appeared before the sun had finished rising. Gathering in the early hours of the morning, they moved through the city like ghosts. They visited every block, every street, and where they went, they left a message behind.

A simple poster with an image of Fey's face, a remarkable artist's rendition. No photos existed, not of Fey as the Crown knew her, but whomever they'd hired to depict her had done a great job. They had captured the murderous glare in her eyes. The monster hidden behind the mask.

Below the image were just a few words, in dark bold writing.

FEY VEBBER—WANTED BY THE CROWN FOR MURDER. EX-BLADE. ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

The soldiers posted them everywhere, on every lamppost, on every window, throughout the city. And with the posters came the rumors.

Hushed whispers delivered in fearful voices.

A Blade had been named. A Blade had gone rogue. And what do you do when a monster has been set loose? Who do you turn to when the most feared creature in the realm has snapped their leash?

Fear gripped the city. Panic .

Who could save them from the Queen's Broken Blade? Who could protect them?

It was a relief when new rumors started. When whispers from the palace leaked out into the city.

Fey Vebber was dead.

The Queen's Broken Blade was no more.