The white knights left the priestess on her throne without even a guard. After all, what could a slender girl in a simple linen robe do against steel-clad giants with sharp blades?
But they did kill her snakes as a matter of course, and they cut her brother husband’s throat in front of her eyes.
So she waited, with sorrow burning in her chest, until the High Lord came and pressed his sword against her breast. She thought he expected her to beg. Instead, she impaled herself on the sharpened steel and laughed as the mountain beneath them exploded.