Vivian stood in the corner of the hall with her back against the wall as seconds felt longer than usual. Two maids who stood next to her whispered in a hushed tone which wasn't clear but she could hear bits and pieces of their confused and shocked conversation. It seemed that the council members hadn't just accused her but every single one of them who had stepped into the room for interrogation.
As the rays of the sun finally passed through after the gloomy rain, her hands felt cold and she doubted that the warmth of the sun could make anyone feel better. People had died. Killed by their own which was a tragedy, a day no one could forget.
