The courtroom hummed with tension as Master Marcus Wilkerson called the proceedings to order. I sat beside Alaric, my hands clasped tightly in my lap to hide their trembling. Despite my husband's reassuring presence, the weight of what was about to happen pressed down on me like a physical force.
"This meeting will now commence to discuss the crimes of the late Baron Reginald Beaumont and address Lady Beatrix Beaumont's complaint against Duke Alaric Thorne," Master Wilkerson announced, his voice carrying across the crowded room.
Donovan and Zacharias sat flanking Master Wilkerson, their expressions equally stern as they surveyed the attendees. I could feel countless eyes on me—some curious, others hostile.
"Before we begin formal testimonies," Master Wilkerson continued, "I understand Lady Honoria Beaumont wishes to make a statement regarding her son."
