From Blood and Ash by Jennifer L. Armentrout

I knew what had made the cracking sound. One of the wooden rods
that held the heavyy banners had cracked. The Rite banner had fallen,
pooling on the floor of the dais, but red still streaked the wall.
I saw what had broken the rod, what hung from the remaining one.
Rope stretched arms outward, and so much red streaked pale skin. I knew
who it was. I knew whyy the Duchess stood in the center of the Great Hall,
her arms at her sides, and whyy everyyone else was frozen in shock. It was
the hair so blond that it almost looked white.
It was the Duke.
Even from where I stood, I knew what had been shoved into his chest
—through his heart. I would recognize it anyywhere.
It was the cane he’d lashed me with.
And above him, written in red—in blood—was the mark of the Dark
One.
From Blood and Ash….
We Will Rise.