[Somehow, the empty room frightens her more than a bed of coals or a grim-faced council of judges would. What will happen in here? Will she be forced to see visions of the past and future again, as in the labyrinth?
Her pride is still too strong to allow her to hesitate for more than a moment in crossing the threshold--wondering even then if she's suddenly going to feel a sword in her back or step on a trapdoor to some oubliette. Having escaped death and lived a normal life for almost a year, she finds herself reluctant to put it on the block.
But there is no other way forward. She has been waiting for this moment for months--at least she will no longer have to wonder. So she walks to the center of the room, head held high.]
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Her pride is still too strong to allow her to hesitate for more than a moment in crossing the threshold--wondering even then if she's suddenly going to feel a sword in her back or step on a trapdoor to some oubliette. Having escaped death and lived a normal life for almost a year, she finds herself reluctant to put it on the block.
But there is no other way forward. She has been waiting for this moment for months--at least she will no longer have to wonder. So she walks to the center of the room, head held high.]
I am here to face your accusation.