The halo on Emmah's head was shining as bright as the sun and little lights separated from it, moving around the room in search for those that could easily be manipulated into speaking up for Emmah.
As they infiltrated their minds, sobs were heard in the hall, coming from some noble ladies. A few men clenched their hands as a sense of justice was evoked within them, stirring madly like a storm at sea. She had saved the life of the crown prince if the king killed her for it, wasn't it being ungrateful?
If they did not speak up for her, how different were they from those that sought to see her killed?
Prime minister Windrider came forward first, he put his hands together and bowed.
"Your highness, I implore you to be merciful towards the young brave lady that risked her life to save the crown prince."
