**Piper**

"Once we've heard all arguments, we will convene privately to vote on our decision," King Harold said. "Let us begin." He flicked his hand in the air, and the doors swung open.

Three women, all of whom appeared to be in their mid-thirties, walked into the room. They were dressed in matching, calf-length skirts and red, flowing blouses. Headbands made of fresh flowers and sprigs of baby's breath held back their hair. They were quite lovely. But despite ...