A huge tension enveloped the courtroom after Andre brought up the issue of Lady Elena murdering Lord Karle of the Winter Court. The shockwave of the accusation was palpable, reverberating through the grand hall. All eyes darted nervously around the room, faces twisted in confusion and disbelief, and whispers began to spread like wildfire.
Lord Raysin, Elena's father, sprang to his feet, his face contorted with fury. "What is the meaning of this?" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. "Are you trying to mock my daughter's death?"
Andre, maintaining his composure, replied, "I assure you, Lord Raysin, I am neither mocking nor taking any pleasure in your daughter's death. Our intent is to settle every issue that occurred in the Winter Court to prevent an all-out war from breaking out."
His words, calm but firm, did little to placate Lord Raysin, who still bristled with anger, eyes blazing as he scanned the room for support.
