ANNE:
His body was drenched in a pool of blood. When I saw him there, inert, I felt my stomach turn. I almost threw up in front of everyone.
It was the bard and the black bloods who found the body. Bachué was pale, trembling, while the other dark-skinned woman, the one with short hair, was hugging her, trying to calm her down.
«Those two seem to be more than just friends » I thought.
The short hair dark-skinned swordswoman looked like a man comforting her beloved.
Duke Soto, Lady Julia, most of the servants, and some guards had gathered around the body, to witness the tragic 'accident'.
"Looks like he fell down the stairs," the bard inquired. "What a pity... he was so young."
"Yes, quite a loss," the Duke agreed.
No, no, no. There was something wrong there. Bikendi was young, athletic, and strong. There was no way he was going to fall down the stairs.
What if he was pushed? What if it wasn't an accident but a murder?
