The banquet hall no longer felt like a place for celebrations. The music had long since died and those who tried to speak could barely even whisper.
At the far end of the hall, where the high table once stood as a symbol of power, it had now been stripped of its purpose.
Atheline's seat had become something akin to a seat of judgment.
Lilith sat on it unmoving her gaze so piercing it felt as though she was seeing through their soul.
To the nobles, it felt like hours had passed as they watched things start to unravel.
The first noble was dragged forward by the guards for public questioning.
The second collapsed to his knees in fear before they could even be questioned.
Every one of them had in some way spoken or even looked at him twice. She had noticed them all.
This had been turned into something similar to a public execution but instead of death it crushed something they cherished more than anything.
Their reputation.
