Derek stood in the dim light of the small, hidden room. He looked down at the thick bundle of papers on the wooden table. The letters, the records, the undeniable proof of Prince Liam's terrible crimes. It was all there. It was the key to saving Eudora and avenging his brother's murder.
He slowly reached out. His large hand closed around the bundle. He picked it up. It felt heavy, not just with weight, but with the lives of the soldiers who had died at Strathmore. He tucked the papers safely into the deep inside pocket of his thick, dark cloak.
He looked at Captain Nigel. The scarred soldier was still sitting in his chair, his shoulders slumped, his face wet with tears of shame and relief. Nigel had finally told the truth. He had finally dropped his heavy burden.
Derek's face was serious and calm. He had heard enough.
"Very well then," Derek spoke. His voice was steady, offering a quiet promise of justice. Thank you for your cooperation."
