Cynthy's Trial

"She has to die!"

"Kill her!"

"The seed of a traitor!"

"Daughter of doom!"

A wave of murmur took over the entire throne room.

"Never!" Daella rose tall in the middle of the council, standing strong for the fate of her best friend. She would not see Cynthy's head cut off from her shoulders. Not in this lifetime.

Her beloved maid was on her two knees before the king who sat high on the highest throne. Two soldiers stood mightily by her two sides, their swords so big and scary in their metal sheaths as the entire court gathered to decide her fate.

"Two times it has been", Lord Robert continued, "And her family has brought no good but waste to the royal house. Never before has this happened, and never again shall it occur!"

The tension rose again by his words. And Daerys could not take it where he stood, away from the tension and alone in his thoughts.

"None of those things is her concern!" Daella objected, ready to defend till her last breath. "Her father became a traitor, but she did he
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