Alaric's blank gaze rested solely on Rosalind as she stood before him in the throne hall, and after a brief silence he finally spoke, "Now that you've come to me yourself, I'm assuming you have something to say?" he inquired, one of his brows lifting sharply, and Rosalind swallowed under his stare.
"Yes," Rosalind breathed, her voice heavy with tension.
Alaric shifted his gaze lazily as he took a slow sip from his glass of wine, as though she was of little importance, before speaking again. "If you're here to talk about the marriage, it has already been decided, and if you're here for…" His voice trailed off briefly as his eyes flicked toward her. "Rowan… it has also been decided that he will be executed," he said without the slightest trace of warmth in his expression.
