"The water tribes..." Amir gasped in horror.
"That means...but how could it be so? Your Grace must refuse the trial! The council cannot enforce it if you are against it!" Irvine exclaimed urgently.
"It is already too late for that, I have sent word to the Tide Temple, I will abide by their arrangements... I apologise for not relating the word of this to you on time, but I am decided." Chantria revealed.
An oppressive silence dawned over the breakfast hall at Chantria's announcement.
Zevon released a frustrated groan, running a hand through his already untamed hair.
He got up to his feet and begun pacing. Chantria noted these seemed to be Zevon's anxious habits, or whenever he was deep in thought.
Chantria permitted a small smile at the reaction of her consorts to her words.
Though it was not her intent to cause them concern, it was still comforting to Chantria to see not all of them wanted her dead.
