New arrivals had come at dawn, consisting of a rather large army on the horizon that had the sentries on the walls of Moonveil signalling the news with their war horns.
The early hours were filled with crows cawing and men shouting, the blush-shaded sky overhead promising a cold but sweet spring morning.
It appeared like any other normal day at Moonveil, except that it was anything but normal.
That morning marked their thirteenth day of hell under Van Merikh's rule.
Lady Karina rose early, gazing sleepily out of the lancet window of her chambers into the bailey below.
The massive iron gates, having since been repaired from Van Merikh's siege, cranked open, and there were a large number of soldiers idling in the war.
She noticed that the grisly army of scarecrows was still impaled there in their ice cases and she tried to avoid looking at them.
As the days went by and the stench faded with time, it was easier for Lady Karina to resign herself to Van Merikh's handiwork.
