The Crown & the Arrow

Seventy-one days and seventy-one nights had come and gone since Khalid began killing his brides.

This dawn, Khalid would mark the loss of the seventy-second girl, Shahrzad al-Khayzuran.

Khalid didn’t know how many more of these dawns he could take.

And there was something about this latest girl that piqued his interest.

Not only had she volunteered to marry him, but at their wedding ceremony, she had seemed not the least bit afraid.

In fact, what he had seen in her eyes was nothing short of pure hatred.

She was about to lose her life.

Why wasn’t she afraid?

Why did she hate him so?

He had never before gone to his wife’s chambers before her death at dawn.

Tonight would be different.