Janelle's POV
Three days had passed since the attack on my wedding, and Lord Darius still lay unconscious in the castle's infirmary. The physician had managed to save his life, but his recovery would be long and uncertain. I'd spent every moment I could by his bedside, holding his pale hand and whispering apologies for bringing such violence into his life.
Now I stood in the great throne room, summoned by royal decree to face King Magnus's judgment. The massive chamber was packed with nobles who'd come to witness whatever entertainment the king had planned. Their faces showed a mixture of curiosity and barely concealed excitement, like vultures gathering around a fresh corpse.
