Amberine sat alone in the corner of the symposium hall, the world around her nothing but a blur of hushed voices and hurried movements. The announcement still echoed in her mind: Draven was under suspicion for the 12th Arcane Carriage Incident. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to regain her composure, but the swirl of emotions within her refused to settle. She wanted to be angry, to be furious even, but what surfaced instead was a sense of profound confusion.
"How could he?" she whispered to herself, her voice drowned out by the noise of the hall. "But at the same time… how could he not?"
