Darion didn't move for a long time.
He stood in the courtyard and looked at the head on the spear and didn't say anything.
The young knight holding it had gone very still, not sure what to do with himself, his arms starting to feel the weight of what he was holding in a way that had nothing to do with the physical weight of it.
This was the head of a human, thrust into a spear, on his hands, someone he knew, someone he had seen leave the gate to deliver a letter.
Someone he didn't watch return but only saw his head.
The knight was starting to see how sickening it was, how it was capable of making him vomit or something.
He still held it though, but he didn't look at it anymore so as to not be more sickened. Even though he was the one that had picked up from the road and brought it to the palace, he was starting to feel uncomfortable looking at it.
