"Die Quietly."

Seeing the situation take a drastic turn against her, Laylin's desperate eyes lowered to her husband who was looking at her with a turn of his lips, as if to say, ‘See?’

Her shivering body cowered down as tears welled up in her eyes. She decided to swallow her pride and spout something closer to the truth.

Laying breaths came out in pants, her anxiety was getting to her head. The way she was persecuted, she felt convinced that there was no way out of it.

She flailed about, feeling light-headed. “No. No, I didn’t and everyone already know that! Doing so, wouldn’t have ever played in my favor. If I had planned it, I would have known this much. It was instinctive with no killing intent. I was just scared of the witch hunt! I was afraid of the examination on my nanny and me! I freaked out and acted. I saw the executions yesterday and I…” She chewed her lips, staring at him with wet eyes, telling him to end this.

The entire court waited for the King’s command while he assessed her with