'...'
Soren gulped inwardly, his heart beating wildly against his ribs at the sheer weight of his own assumptions. The air suddenly felt freezing, his chest tightening as the terrifying theory refused to leave his mind. Moreover, his mind continued to race, pushing the boundaries of the conspiracy even further.
If Darius had planned a flawless frame-up, the assassin's role had to make sense. Soren tried to recall the chaos of their wedding night, digging through his memories of the brief, frantic encounter.
'He was weak for an assassin.'
It was an anomaly that had always lingered in the back of his mind. The masked figure had been almost easily overpowered and had fled almost immediately after Soren fought back. At the time, Soren had chalked it up to luck or the assassin's cowardice, but looking at it now, a chillingly simple explanation emerged.
The assassin... might have just been an ordinary man.
