SERENE
Everything and everyone froze.
Azriel turned, slowly, back at Roman. “Is this a mistake?” he asked, voice chilling.
Even I gaped in astonishment. Had Roman gone mad? Had he stayed too long in the dungeon?
Agnar glanced at me, an inquiry in the subtle arch of his eyebrow. I shook my head — imperceptibly.
Elizabeth was frozen, too. “I haven't ever been in that man's house in my life.”
But Roman was still pointing, still throwing his accusations, and it seemed Azriel had had enough.
His hand drifted toward his waistband, where a weapon no doubt waited, but before he could pull it free, the king's voice rang out, loud and clear
“I believe that the accused is suffering from a little blindness. Most likely as a result of being isolated in a place where there is little to no light
