Malcolm stood in the middle of the court, his hands outstretched in shock as he struggled to comprehend the bombshell that had just been dropped on him. The once raucous court was now filled with a deafening silence, punctuated only by the occasional gasp or whispered word.
Lilith, a portrait of composure, maintained her regal bearing despite the storm brewing around her. Roderick, on the other hand, was not so lucky. His face had turned beet red from humiliation and embarrassment; he looked like he might faint at any moment.
Helen, for her part, remained calm and collected despite the looks of accusation being hurled at her.
"What nonsense is this?" Malcolm finally broke the silence, his voice full of disbelief. He couldn't believe that his wife had cheated on him with the king of all people. "Answer me!"
