(CORRINE)
Rothan doesn't push me.
We walk for several hours before I need a break. He has some food with him that he gives me.
"You seem convinced that Locke ordered my execution," I say to him. "How do you know that for a fact?"
He doesn't meet my gaze as he chews on some dried meat. "I saw the letter with his seal on it."
The taste of the meat in my mouth turns to ash. Rothan has no reason to lie to me. And if he's bringing me to Locke—
"You don't think he will let me live, do you?"
Rothan is silent for a few moments. "I don't know what the king will decide. There is a chance he will send you somewhere. None of what happened was your fault. He knows that."
"There's also a chance he will kill me, though, isn't there?" I smile wearily at him.
"I don't want to mislead you."
"I appreciate your honesty, Rothan."
