That fragile promise had carried her here.
Now she looked up at the godlings.
Anger burned in her gaze, sharp and unrestrained, but it was braided tightly with fear. She was only a commoner. To her, godlings had been nothing more than stories and whispered myths her entire life.
Yet here she stood, staring down beings of legend.
And somehow, unthinkably her words alone were now enough to decide their fate.
Yet it was clear to her that she could not ask for their deaths.
What had unfolded within the court today had shown her that more than justice was being sought here, forces were moving beneath the surface, threads being pulled far beyond the suffering of a single family. Whatever this trial truly was, it was not meant to end with simple vengeance.
She understood then what she was.
