The news of a sudden death at the banquet struck Morwena speechless for a brief moment — this whole time she had been wary, quietly thinking to herself that this might be the perfect opportunity for someone to strike again ( under the assumption that the monarchs had not died naturally ). And then it happened — but she hadn’t actually wanted anyone to DIE. And though the crowd had been reassured that everything was fine, that the feast would continue despite the brief respite, Morwena was uneasy. Her gut was telling her not to be so easily convinced, as it had when the king and queen had been announced dead. She downed the rest of her goblet in an almost unladylike fashion, theories bouncing around in her head, before turning to the person nearest her. “No doubt all are quite sober now,” she couldn’t help but quip, arching a brow and hiding her distress well.
