Gasps and murmurs erupted as the tension doubled. Magnus looked as though he had seen a ghost.
Arianna froze. What?
"Who sent you?" The king questioned.
The witch cried on her spot, slowly looking up at the culprit. "Ser Magnus."
"Nonsense!" Magnus flared, slamming his hand on the table. "Your Grace, you shouldn't listen to her. She is a liar. A deceiver. There is no way I would ever do such a thing. I haven't even met a witch for almost my entire life!"
Duncan snorted. "I investigated this case myself." A warrior approached Magnus, handing over a scroll for him to read. "That is your seal at the bottom. Is it not? You paid a fortune to witches to deceive me."
Sweat flooded Magnus's forehead. "No, your Grace! This is a lie... It's forged."
"Are you calling me a liar?" Duncan raised
