Eve and her accomplice were dragged all over the capital; the people shamed and booed at them, while others just watched in conflicted silence.
The king's illness was not made known to the people, and, honestly, a good number had suspected, but with the ministers' tight lips around the situation, they were forced to swallow the lie they were fed. At this moment, so much had come to light in so little time that they could barely breathe.
When the culprits had been tormented to the satisfaction of the crowd, they were dragged back to the palace dungeons and only arrived a little after sunset.
Within the now lively living area of the western tower, Consort Elias sat cuddled in the arms of his husband, with baby Lior wrapped around his uncle Damon. Everyone had gathered.
