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“Jasmine used mind magic on them,” I replied.
I wanted to ask her about her earlier statement, but she turned away before I could and went straight to Brigid and Casja. The two girls welcomed her with broad, unaware smiles.
Cari closed her eyes. I hoped she could fix whatever Jasmine had done to Brigid and Casja.
“Maybe the queen tricked Jasmine and captured the monster folk despite her surrender,” Lord Tynan suggested.
“No, she didn’t,” Dearen’s voice reached me from behind.
I turned around. He had a worried look on his face.
“You found them?” I asked.
He nodded. “The monster folk are sleeping by the lake. Jasmine is nowhere to be seen.”
Amarra reappeared right then, walking quickly toward Dearen to catch his words.
“So Jasmine is taken?” Lord Tynan asked, his voice full of sadness for the daughter he’d never met.
His tone annoyed me. He was speaking as though there was no chance of ever getting her back.
I met Amarra’s gaze.
“Wake up the monster folk,” I said. “We are going to Terlyth.”
She nodded.
Chapter 47: Jasmine
Ihad never thought about how the stone platform was created before executions. As I stared out of the little window in the tower room I was placed in, I finally had the answer to the question I’d never thought to ask before today.
Two earth elementals, dressed in court clothes, approached the side of the main square closest to the Light Palace. They raised their hands and the stone started to move. It moved up until the raised stone could be called a platform, and the servants waiting on the sides rushed up to perfect it.
The queen’s subjects worked methodologically. Every single one of them had a task to do, and they chatted amongst themselves as though they were preparing a meal or making someone’s bed. They painted the platform white, casually as though they did not know that someone would be burning to death on top of it.
I wondered what it would feel like to burn alive. My skin prickled as fear rolled in me. Despite the numbness that had settled over me after the queen ripped me apart from the monster folk, that fear was still there.
The fae of Terlyth started to arrive after the stage was set. They bought ale and sausages from the vendors lining up the streets, laughed, and chatted amongst themselves while they eagerly awaited the execution.
“It’s time,” the guard that had been stationed outside the room said, opening the door and gesturing me to go to him. He had shackles in his hands, and when I reached him, he placed them on my wrists.
