Morava was kneeling in front of Biham, who had woken up after the commotion. He had given direct orders to wake him up if anything happened to Tania or when she awoke. He had almost run all the way from the north wing of the palace to here. When he saw that the guards were holding Morava as their prisoner, his temper flared. He ordered the healers to take Tania back inside.
"Father, I had come only to greet Lusitania. She was—" Morava snapped her mouth shut when realized that she was speaking again. How was that possible? She looked towards the closed doors of Tania's room, bewildered.
Biham growled and lunged at her. He grabbed her neck with both his hands, he was so furious that he started to squeeze when all of a sudden, he heard his wife.
"Biham!" Sirrah came rushing to his side and held his wrists. "Are you insane?" she tried to yank his wrists off Morava's neck. "Do you want to kill your child for another?"
