Larissa's POV.
My heart palpitated as we followed the crowd and arrived at the city square.
We arrive there and my gaze falls on my father's corpse resting on a raised dais. “Father.” My heart broke again and the tears came surging into my eyes.
Someone holds my hand and I tilt to find it's Zia. She was standing next to me, wearing a black cloak like myself and Mrs. Muffins.
I scanned the city square and was grateful we weren't the only ones wearing them, a few men and women, boys and girls were wearing cloaks too though of different colors.
“Just keep your head down, Your Highness and you'll be fine.” Mrs. Muffins mumbled, and I gulped.
I bring back my gaze to my father's corpse as a former councilman is about to start the ritual. I was supposed to be there; on the raised dais with
