Once the carriage began to move, she knew she was already done for. The chains straightened, forcing her to take a step or else she would be dragged. It didn’t even help that the vehicle was not very forgiving. It would hasten its pace, sometimes slowing down, but she was too exhausted to be grateful for it. She tried her best not to fall down, to remain standing or else it would be difficult for her to rise again. She was aware of the blood trail she was leaving on the ground, felt the burning heat of the sun against her skin, which added more to her struggle, and the stares she was getting from the King’s Knights on her back. Later on, as they reached a town nearby, the attention she’s getting was added.
People gathered by the streets, seeing the group of King’s Knights in full armor an
