IN THE IMPERIAL COURT HALL
When the guards standing at the broad door of the hall saw Ronan and Lyra trailing forward with a female witch doctor who was struggling to be released, they opened the gate wide to contain them.
They dragged the female with a tattered look into the hall and forced her to get to her knees.
She sprang to her feet, wanting to turn and take to her heels, but Ronan lashed his sword towards her, “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not even a witch doctor.”
“Then I wonder what you are. Royal doctor?” Lyra retorted and let out a hiss. “A werewolf weak female being a witch doctor and offering out banned poisons. What did you expect at the end?” she yelled at the female and yanked her by her hair, forcing her down to her knees again. “If you ever rise again,
