ARIELLE
Mark Greene was brought before the King faster than I could even process what was happening.
Apprehended, he was thrown onto his knees in the middle of the camping station, with one of the royal guards looming above him like a human guillotine.
"So, Mr. Greene," Benjamin started, his alpha voice ringing through the space like a thunderstorm. "You are standing this makeshift trial because you have been accused of pointing your hunting rifle at young Miss Arielle Dunn. How will you explain this?"
"What? That's a complete lie, Your Majesty!" Mark shouted, throwing a warning glare at me in an attempt to intimidate me. "I haven't even seen Miss Dunn on the hunting route – I spent the entire day near the polo field! If I were to shoot my rifle from there, the bullet would have never reached her! How do you suggest I have hit her horse from such a distance?!"
