"And what of her?" Marquess Orville suddenly demanded, stabbing one meaty finger in my direction. "What should we do about her?"
My father turned and fixed the marquess with a glare that could've frozen the deserts of Sahir. "What exactly are you insinuating, Marquess Orville?"
"We have all heard the stories of what happened on the battlefield. Some of you were even there!" He looked around the table at the other lords, exclaiming, "Lady Rhosyn is an uncontrollable monster! We cannot allow her to roam freely, or else-"
"Or else what?" Viorica hissed, slamming her fist down on the table. "Lady Avyanna is the reason we won that battle. Do you intend to suggest that you would have done any better? Any of you?"
She glared at each nobleman sat at the table, daring them to deny h
