Third Person
The court stopped breathing for a second. Everyone held their breath, and absolute silence spread. Two words echoed in everyone's mind like a curse.
"Black magic."
It wasn't just about the use of it, but also the person who had made use of it.
"The king would never," a noble whispered.
"And here is a son from our union," Kebel snarled.
"There has to be an explanation," another said.
"Do you need proof? Or are you all in denial of the truth staring you in the face?"
No one dared say another word.
"Aldric, are you going to stand there, or..."
"You think we will just take your word for it? Keep dreaming," Marcus snarled.
"This court has known you for two roles. A captain and..."
"A bed warmer," Kebel cut off Morgan. "And even before you all were married into the king's harem, he had me. So if you want to stand here and dispute the paternity of our son... then be my guest. I promise I won't be the one crying."
"No... this can't be. He is the..."
