Hertrude's POV
Right now, everything I had seen before was unfolding right in front of me, piece by piece, like some cruel reenactment that refused to slow down or give me time to breathe.
The attacks on the capital were no longer distant possibilities or vague warnings in my head. They were real now. Fires breaking out, people shouting, and soldiers scrambling. Even the unrest among the civilians had begun to take shape, just like how I remembered it. The tension in the air felt thick, almost suffocating, like something heavy pressing down on everyone at once.
And the worst part?
It wouldn't take long before that one vision came next. The one I couldn't shake off no matter how much I tried.
The Queen… hanging.
Just thinking about it made my chest tighten. My fingers curled slightly without me noticing, nails pressing against my palm as if grounding myself would somehow stop what was coming.
