Tyra looked like she was going to burst into tears any minute. She looked at them with pleading eyes, hoping for them to go away, but the queen didn't budge. The king's beta and queen's brother were still looking at her, waiting for her to speak.
As if things were not already too intense for her, the door flung open and Ivan entered. Instead of looking relieved that his sister was awake, he frowned at the others.
"Why didn't anyone send for me?" He asked his mother, who gave him an unpleasant look before returning her gaze to Tyra.
"We do not have all day. We were in the middle of an execution, so you have to speak now!" The queen's brother said impatiently.
A tear escaped Tyra's lips before she shook her head slowly in fear, "I... don't... remember a-anything."
Frowns formed on the faces of the four people who had been expecting a different answer.
"I don't... know what happened." She repeated it and began to cry.
