25. Over
Its over.
His sword falls from his hands, clanging as it hits the polished stone floor of the keep.
Done.
She stares numbly, as his body topples backwards taking her still embedded sword with it.
A small part of her is horrified. The alienage may run red with blood for this. She will die for this, publicly and with great humiliation.
Finished.
Shianni slowly pushes herself off the floor. The movement highlighting the bloodstains on her skirt.
Their eyes meet. Though her cousin's eyes are clear, and her gaze direct, the rest of her face is a mess of fresh bruises and blood, her nose clearly broken.
She takes two steps forward, embracing her injured kinswoman. Her earlier paralysis evaporating.
He is dead; he will never hurt anyone again.
This is justice.
It is over.