Before she even let the people in the room grow defensive and insulted at her prophecy, Ruby immediately went to explain herself. Strike while the iron was hot, while the confusion was still fresh, while you could still shape the narrative before anyone else gets a word in.
"First of all, just as how it all transpired, it was such a swift assassination," Ruby said. "Even with my prophecy and warning that His Majesty would die, he still died."
She was saying that Baron Merdier wasn't a name capable enough to carry out such a magnificent operation. The Emperor's safety that night was the best safety the empire could muster. Who in the world could breach it?
The palace had been fortified like a fortress, guarded by the finest soldiers that should have made assassination impossible. And yet, the Emperor had fallen. Someone had to be capable enough to orchestrate such a thing.
And that someone, Ruby was implying, was standing right in front of her.
