WRYMORG
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Logan's eyes widened, he couldn't believe his ears. "My sister is dead?!" He exclaimed incredulously, leaping out of his bed. "How?"
The guards did falter at his reaction, "Don't play dumb, your grace. You were the last to see her." Their leader spoke up. "You ripped her apart, limb from limb, like the savage you are!" he spat out in contempt recalling the horrific sight he'd witnessed.
Lady Freyja was brutally dismembered and her blood was splattered across her bedroom walls. All evidence pointed to Logan whose scent was left at the crime scene.
Everyone adored the ex-queen, Freyja. She was a kind woman who looked after orphans and gave alms to the poor
Logan's mind raced. He needed to think clearly despite the chaos. "I demand a fair trial," he declared, his voice reson
