Bab 98: Lust and Royalty, Part Twelve

As the king's body hit the floor, Queen Melara's eyes snapped to Melisa, her face contorting with rage. 

"You!" she screamed, her voice shrill and trembling. "You did this! You poisoned him, you filthy nim!"

Melisa's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. 

"What? No, I didn't- I would never-"

But her words were drowned out by the clamor of swords being drawn, knights rushing forward with cold steel glinting in the candlelight.

[FUCK!] She raised her hands like she had a gun aimed at her. [Fuck, fuck, this can't be happening!]

Just as the blades were about to reach her, a figure burst through the crowd, pushing the knights back with a blast of wind magic. 

"Now, hold on a second," Javir kept a hand raised. "It's not what it seems like." 

"Not what it seems like?" The queen asked with a sneer. "The king is dead!"