Enya jumped to her feet.
“What are you doing?"
“Acting rashly which is ill-advised for a king," Weaver said, standing as well.
“You saw her memory. She killed him," Valor said.
There was no tension in his shoulders, no shaking hands of fury. Only an aura of resolve that made him more terrifying. His bladed hand was prepared to strike her down here and now. But his eyes… his eyes were filled with not fury, but pain.
“I promise, Valor, I…"
But Enya could not finish her words. Could she promise him? Could she really? After what she had seen from her own memories?
“Were you going to promise you didn't kill him? Like you did before? It seems a little late for that," Valor said.
“Are those words of a king or a grieving child?" Weaver said.
“As king, you should be jailed for spea
