LAYLA

Since there was no solid evidence against me I had left the prison. I couldn’t be linked to the poison in the ceremonial tea despite Faelan’s best efforts to distort the truth. Even the letters he said I had written which purportedly called for rebellion didnt have the same handwriting as mine.

Under oath, the palace doctor verified it his hands trembling as he spoke. Even during the most severe fever outbreaks in the lower wards I had never witnessed him acting so anxiously. After ...