“How dare you examine me, rhovatt!” Flammi rasped irritably, looking at Morielle with immeasurable scorn. Apparently, she was done crying. “Why are you even here? To gloat? What gave you the right to be here with my husband and the khran?”
“You have to prove to us that you have nothing to do with the death of your husband’s tenth wife, so… take off your gown, Varushta,” she said, as though she did not hear what the other woman told her with contempt and condescension.
“She’s my bride-to-be, and you and the others accuse her of this crime, Flammi. So, she has every right to examine you as do I,” King Raithen smoothly defended Morielle. He signaled Tallahir and the other saighs to turn around.
Flammi’s hands shook as she fumbled with the buttons to shed her thick gown that was made of woo
