He held his chin high as he ordered her death. Watched while sons of lesser nobles eager to please him ripped off her wings, her fingers, her limbs. Her heart stopped long before they removed it.
It was slow even after she could no longer suffer, but it had never been her punishment. It was natural for a lesser being to seek to gain status.
The criminal was his shameful son, who screamed and sobbed even after the body was removed. A pathetic excuse for high fae. His soiling the family name with such a lesser lover was a sin.