I gripped the railing of the terrace with my breath caught in my throat. The sight Simon wanted me to see was one of my greatest fears.
Though it was quite the distance away, I could see the scene all too clearly. The North courtyard was several stories below the terrace. The courtyard had nothing except for a cobblestone ground, haybales and barrels scattered around, and a spot for cutting firewood.
The only remarkable thing in this courtyard was a single platform in the middle.
On that platform was a rope hanging while blowing gently in the wind. There was a larger man by a lever that would raise the rope which would strangle the unfortunate soul attached to it. There were several guards in the courtyard who had come for only one purpose.
However, I didn't care about these men nor the emptiness of the courtyard. There was only one thing that made my blood turn cold and my breathing stop.
A sight too horrible and too horrifying to see.
