Chapter 12
An audible gasp came from somewhere in the room, the only sound in the tense moment. Trystan stood in the doorway; his hand gripped the wooden beam.
Most of the faces in the room were unknown to him, but the familiar gazes of two stole the words from his mouth. Lady Destan, the young Duchess of Sona, covered her mouth with her hand. Beside her, Lord Coille’s wide eyes shone.
No one spoke.
They didn’t move.
Trystan opened his mouth, but a breath was the only thing to escape.
Willow entered the room behind him and put a hand on his arm. She’d recovered from her shock quickly.
“Lords and Ladies of Dreach-Sciene.” Her voice was high and clear. “May I present Prince Trystan Renauld.”
“The prince is dead,” someone said.
Rissa pushed him aside and came into view for the first
