CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
Outside the palace, Emeline struggled to help the troops make sense of everything that was happening. It would have helped if she had more of an idea herself. The palace seemed mostly quiet now, suggesting that the little resistance within was faltering, but part of the reason she was outside was that she didn’t want to take part in whatever violence was left there.
Instead, she was here, helping a contingent of Hans’s soldiers to herd the people fleeing from the palace, helping to sort the ones who could safely be let go from the ones who might still pose a threat.
“How long are you going to keep us here for?” a middle-aged noblewoman demanded.
Emeline didn’t bother pointing out to her that this was probably the safest place for her right now. So far, there hadn’t b
