Adeline glanced at the empty seat where Quinston once sat. She overheard from the maids that he was sentenced to rot in prison, but somehow, was injured there with wounds that didn't seem like a normal beating. Needless to say, she had a suspicion of who was behind it.
"I don't understand why I have to be present," Lydia Claymore muttered under her breath, but everyone heard her loud and clear. She folded her arms across her chest and frowned.
One of the council seats was held by her Father. She knew that much, but didn't want to be present here anymore—especially with the way they treated her like livestock for breeding.
"I want nothing to do with anyone here," Lydia added on, throwing a displeased glance towards Dorothy who smiled at her disgruntled behavior.
