The atmosphere is thick with unease as Leera is shoved to her knees in front of Amendiel.
The air crackles with tension, countless judgments have been passed in this very hall.
"Amendiel why…" Leera's complexion ashens as she seems to suddenly realize the severity of the situation.
Her frantic eyes dart at Amendiel, whose harsh features are set in a stern, unforgiving mask. She can only think of one reason she's here. Panic sets in, her heart pounding wildly.
"Who is your child's father Leera…?!" Amendiel's words fall like frost, chilling the air further.
A round of low murmurs elicits from the crowd, who stare at their King.
Most of them had been unaware of the reason which Amendiel had called out for a public hearing so early in the morning.
Faelyn's eyes widen in bewilderment, Amendiel knows it all?
But how? She thinks.
"If you cannot make use of your tongue, I think it's better to just cut it off,"
