The conversation around them had gone quiet.
Nearby nobles were pretending not to listen while hanging on every word.
"That matter was resolved years ago," Morgana said, but Jaenor could hear the tension in her voice now.
"We have suffered enough, and my house has paid enough."
"Did they?" Lord Barda raised an eyebrow.
"I seem to recall they were quite a pair back then. Your father was a brute who spilled innocent blood, and your brother, the great warrior, as he so proclaimed himself, was revealed to be nothing more than a woman in armor playing at being a man. Quite the scandal. It dominated court gossip for months."
Morgana flinched at his words; her face showed a mix of emotions.
Jaenor's hands clenched into fists.
"The accusations against my father were fabricated by political rivals," Morgana said, her voice tight. "Whatever they did, they did it for the realm and lived for the welfare of the humans to their last breath."
"Neither deserved what was done to them."
