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Wing shrugged. “This is for more than that. I am quite certain that she knew of Kampf's demise and yet did not tell me. I am most displeased.” Her eyes narrowed. “Most. Displeased.” She said and led the way to the best seats in the stands, the royal box. They were there on their own, the heirs being grounded to their rooms for awhile.

As soon as Redwing was settled, Wing raised a hand, settling for the entertainment to commence. Hope reflexively tensed, but the man in charge merely unrolled the wing, waiting for her to relax, marginally, before he took to first stripe.

Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists, Hope refused to scream. “There will be fifty lashes. By the end, she ought to have broken. Her twin is co-captain of my guard, and was assigned elsewhere until the foolish child has...repented.”