Misheal’s heart rammed heavily against the ribcage of his chest. Seeing that he had had an exchange with the Marshal, the marshall of the Order of Titledom.
Initially, he had damned everything and just spoke out his mind, But now that the alarm had been sounded and everyone was rushing, he began to rethink the choice which he had made.
Perhaps, if he could remind time a bit, then he would have avoided the conversation which had led him to this point, He would have done things differently.
He thought of his own family and the risk which he had exposed them to. Usually, it would not have meant anything to him even if he had to get punished. Or had his knighthood removed. But he was no fool to know that things like this, an outright slander to the image of the ruling governance did not
