Guinevere Ashford had been in custody seventy-two hours. In that time, she had filed four complaints about the thread count of her bedding and demanded a mirror twice. She was, by all accounts, ready for her trial.
The courtroom was full. That was unusual. Trials in Drakenfell were typically attended by officers, elders, and whoever had drawn guard rotation. This one had drawn a crowd, because word had spread about what Guinevere Ashford had done, and wolves are not a species that forgive well.
The King of Drakenfell had opinions about the woman in chains. He had removed himself from the bench because those opinions would compromise the proceeding, and he had removed himself publicly, because Tiberon Drakenfell understood that justice observed was the only kind that mattered.
He sat to the right of the dais, Bellatrix beside him. Serena sat in the second row, between Elara and Dex.
