Nora
His venomous questions pierced the air like a dagger aimed at its mark. A soft gasp rippled through the audience, every gaze fixated on me, anticipating signs of embarrassment, shame, or anger.
I took a gentle breath, allowing myself a moment of calm.
“I can only express my deepest regret and sorrow over those events,” I admitted candidly, my gaze meeting Douglas’s before sweeping the room. “At that time, my father was misled by deceitful advisors, resulting in a grievous misjudgment. The Crimson Court has paid dearly for such mistakes, experiencing losses in both territory and dignity.” I paused, letting my sincerity shine through. “This is precisely why I am profoundly grateful for King Murphy’s forgiveness and vision, for choosing to look beyond past grievances and granting us t
