Three months ago, he had been the Lord Protector, the Empress’s shadow and sword. He had watched Jessamine die on the floor of her own tower, her blood seeping between his fingers as her daughter, Emily, screamed. Then the usurper Burrows had thrown Corvo into Coldridge Prison, branded him a murderer, and left him to rot.
Emily squeezed his neck. “You’re shaking,” she said. dishonored 1
“Not tonight,” he said softly. “Tonight, we just leave.” Three months ago, he had been the Lord