"It's me, father."
I turned around and saw the approaching figure of a beautiful young woman with waist-length black hair. The hem of her amber dress peeked out from under the black cloak as she walked. Her upturned black eyes stared straight at Sir Alexander, ignoring the shocking whispering in the room. The striking resemblance already told me who she was, even without the introduction.
"Margaret, what are you doing here?" asked Walter.
"Haven't you heard, older brother?" she turned to Walter and said in a soft soprano voice that contradicted her stern countenance. Despite the strong facade, I could sense the fear emanating from her eyes as she looked at her family members. "I'm here as a witness, the one who won't be swayed by either wealth or power."
"How could you do this to ou
