Chapter 84: Yet Another Accusation.
As Salviana came out of the bedroom, a knock came, guards sent by the Ladies’ Court. Her maids fluttered around her, smoothing her dress, adjusting her hair, and fastening delicate jewelry as she tried to calm her nerves.
Despite the lingering apprehension at the sudden call, hope blossomed in her heart. Perhaps they were finally inviting her into their circle. The mere thought brought a quiet joy to her chest, and soon, she was dressed and ready, a small, excited smile gracing her lips.
Entering the court’s sitting room, however, Salviana felt her heart sink. The air was thick with tension; cold, judging eyes turned on her as she stepped inside.
Faces she knew from passing greetings now seemed rigid and hostile. She hesitated, almost retreating, but steadied herself, lifting her chin and walking forward. She couldn’t show fear—she was Alaric’s wife, after all.
In the circle of ladies, Audrey was draped over Lucille’s shoulder, tears streaming down her face as her body shook with visible anger. Christina, Agatha, Jollene, Lilian, and the others stood beside her, all whispering, their eyes narrowing as they fixed their gazes on Salviana.
"How could you send your demon of a husband to kill my dogs?!" Audrey’s voice lashed out, raw with fury, as her fingers pointed accusingly.
"Just look at her—she’s as guilty as they come," sneered Jollene, folding her arms with a glare.
Salviana’s eyes widened, the accusation cutting through her like a knife. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself speechless. Before she could gather her thoughts, Lucille joined in, her voice sharp. "You planned this, didn’t you? With that monster by your side, you must think you can do as you please."
"Answer us!" shouted Agatha, her eyes blazing with indignation. "Why did you do it? Did you feel powerful, watching those creatures die?"