Thornak's eyes settled on her. "Humph. On what grounds?"
"I received information that she was passing secrets to the rogues."
"So you're saying she is a rogue?"
"Precisely."
Thornak shook his head.
"Who brought you this information?" He asked.
"The source wishes to remain anonymous."
A bitter smile crossed Thornak's face. "Anonymous. So we now accept terms from spies."
He looked around the council chamber.
"So let me understand this correctly. An anonymous accusation led to a search. A letter conveniently appeared in her room. And without a single witness or any other evidence, you declared her guilty of treason."
His gaze swept over every council member.
"What kind of people have I entrusted my kingdom to? Have you all forgotten that a person's life hangs in the balance every time you pass judgment?"
No one dared to meet his eyes.
Thornak turned to Maravelle.
"Produce the informant, right now!" he growled.
For the first time, a flicker of uncertainty crossed her face.
