As she knelt on her with pride, radiating through her every pore, her strong gaze never wavering taking a look round the people gathered almost like she could see their hidden skeletons, her eyes which sent frightening shivers through the crowd. Unnerving them, they began to spit curses as if to cover up their fright, for their weakness.
"Witch Die"
"Go to the netherworld and forever suffer"
"Evil Wench" and so much more she had already heard before.
She couldn't help but chuckle out loud as this people who couldn't dare do this before but now the amount of adrenaline pumping through their veins with the thought that she who had power can not reach them now, could not harm them .
The one with chains on their body, bruises and torn clothing flanked by two guards on her sides holding her down on her knees, still yet did not look like she was broken or had lost anything. In fact she looked like she pitied them. But that's because she did she really did pity them, fools the Lot of them.
When the uproar had gotten to loud with the intermix of both commoner and noble voices alike, the knights who had been given the signal all became alert at their respective positions.
"Silence" a deep low and rich voice echoed through the audience a voice that commanded respect.
The voice belonging to the Emperor Ambrosius von Silvius With just that word silence ensued