Stolen by the Rebel King
Chapter 219: The Sentencing I

Chapter 219: The Sentencing I

Jonah winced, holding the device away from his ear when Francessa Seibert’s howling screams could be heard coming from the stones.

He was taking a nice little stroll — as per his king and queen’s instruction — around the town square, allowing whatever the stones received to be broadcasted to the people walking about. The conversation had grown heated after a while and Jonah tried his best to ignore the odd stares he received whenever something controversial would play.

Oftentimes, he would even be stopped by a random passer-by, curious as to what was going on.

"A show," Jonah had replied. "It’s to show the people of Vramid what sort of man and woman they had placed on such a high pedestal."

Marquis Seibert and his wife had been very prominent figures of Vramid’s upper society. Even the common folk knew and adored them. Thus, when the beautifully maintained shell that Francessa Seibert had crafted for herself slowly started to shatter and crumble, those people would naturally grow curious as to what changed.

It didn’t take too long before they recognized the Marchioness’s voice — along with King Atticus’s and Queen Daphne’s — all coming from the device Jonah held out.

"Is that..." a young woman asked, having approached Jonah a few moments before Marchioness Seibert started to curse at everything under the glorious sun. "Is that real...?"

"The device is made of sodalite and clear quartz," Jonah explained to the woman, who had no idea how crystals worked. "In other words, this device is receiving and broadcasting whatever is being said on the other end in real-time."

"That means that Marchioness Seibert truly is... Good heavens..." The woman audibly gasped, taking a step back in shock.

"To think that we thought the world of her..." the woman’s companion followed up.

Similar responses could be heard wherever Jonah went, and soon enough, a small crowd had gathered around him. Jonah had also grown tired of walking― he simply sat at the fountain right in the middle of town, a short distance away from the restaurant, and allowed the device to blare Francessa Seibert’s words out for everyone in the vicinity to hear.

"It seems like the main event is about to begin," Jonah commented, eyeing the entrance of the restaurant as two royal knights — dressed in plain clothes — escorted Francessa Seibert out of her own restaurant.

Her hair was in a mess, a mangled bird nest that rested on the top of her head. Even her clothes had splotches of random color and were in disarray. When the knights escorted her out and Jonah caught a glimpse of her back, he could even see the hole right through the back of her top. Gone was the air of haughty elegance she always had around her and instead, Francessa Seibert looked like a mad woman that had just escaped the asylum.

"Let go of me!" she screeched, her voice blaring through the device Jonah had beside him. He could also hear it in real life, echoing from where she was.

Behind her, two others stepped out. Atticus stood proud and tall, coldly glaring at Francessa Seibert as she was pushed into a cage like a wild animal. Beside him was Daphne, still dressed in a maid’s attire. However, the regality that surrounded her couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. She had removed the enchanted clip and her true appearance was revealed to everyone in the restaurant.

No one dared to step up to say anything.

"Let go of me! How dare you?!" Francessa Seibert continued to scream and struggle against the knights. Yet, they paid her no mind, simply shoving her into the cage as she landed with a thud. As they secured the locks, she pounced to the bars, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Daphne stepped closer, a serene smile on her face. It was just out of Francessa Seibert’s reach. Tauntingly, she looked up and down, tutting and shaking her head in shame.

"To think that the revered Marchioness Seibert would have this day," Daphne said. "And they told me you were the people’s queen of choice. It seems like opinions really could change with just a change of the wind."

"You will pay for this..." Francessa Seibert warned, her voice low and venomous. "Don’t forget what you’ve done to the people during the Spring Parade."

"I don’t think you quite understand the situation here right now," Daphne said with a tut. "I might’ve made a mistake, something I will own up to and take responsibility for, but what you’ve done is con and cheat these very same people who have believed in you for so many years. Yet, you’ve shown no remorse nor intention to change."

Daphne’s eyes glimmered the more Francessa’s eyes dimmed.

"Alas," Daphne said, "you will never get the chance to make up to them."

With that said, she stepped back from the cage, ignoring the way Francessa Seibert howled and yelled, hitting against the bars and attempting to claw her way out.

Atticus raised a hand, signaling for the driver of the carriage that was pulling the cage to move. As the sound of the horsewhip rang through the air, the wheels started to roll, pulling Francessa’s cage down the streets of Vramid’s bustling square.

"Make way!" the driver yelled.

Everyone and anyone had gathered, whispering and murmuring within themselves the same way they had on the day of the Spring Parade when Francessa Seibert had manipulated the townsfolk to turn against Daphne. Only this time, the Marchioness was the one they were gossiping about.

At first, she tried to struggle free, still in denial of everything that was happening, but eventually, as more and more eyes landed on her, she started to cower into a corner, wishing she could bury herself into the ground and never be seen again.

"You’re the witch that has been sapping us dry!" someone screamed from the crowd.

"Yeah!" another chorused. "And you dare speak ill of the queen!"

More and more yells of affirmation resounded from the townsfolk. No one knew who it was that started it but a single tomato sailed through the air, landing on the cage bars that separated Francessa Seibert from the angry mob. Inside, Francessa jolted in shock, cowering back.

However, there was nowhere for her to run. An egg soon soared through the air, originating from the other direction. It somehow managed to worm right through the bars and land square on her back, exactly where Daphne had previously seared a handprint right into her skin.

Francessa Seibert cried out in pain, yowling at the impact as the eggshells broke against her flesh. The gooey egg yolk dripped down, staining her dress yellow.

More and more random ingredients followed― some threw cabbages, others tossed both rotten and fresh eggs. Whatever it was, a good number managed to land directly on Francessa, even with the cage bars protecting her from half of the items thrown her way.

"No!" she yelled. "Stop it!"

Only, her voice was drowned out by the hundreds of people that had gathered around. No one cared for what she had to say when they had already heard everything loud and clear. The Marchioness had confessed to working with Jean Nott — arguably the most wanted criminal in the world — as well as stealing from both the rich and poor to fund her own lifestyle.

Compared to the queen, Marchioness Francessa Seibert was now the number one public enemy!

And they were not going to let her forget it.

"Kill her! Kill her! Kill her!"

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