"Who said that?! Ragaleon asked again, then straightened up, leaning away from Micah's face.
The hall was silent for a brief moment…
"Does anyone in this hall challenge the background of my wife? Ragaleon asked, hands crossed behind his back as his eagle gaze swept across the hall.
Micah blinked her eyes, trying to hold her tears as she gazed at Ragaleon, who was defending her, but she still hated him.
"My Lord, your wife is not of noble birth." A man in the crowd was bold enough to speak up.
"Sir Gredon, your mother was also not of noble birth, but here you stand today amongst many as a noble man." Ragaleon said, and the man shrank where he stood.
"Your majesty… someone else wanted to talk.
"Anyone else that wants to speak will do it at the risk of having their tongue removed." Rag
