"Lord Richard. All I want is for you to find out if I am telling the truth or not, and then please—please—get the queen to call him off." She pressed a trembling hand to her throat as though invisible claws were tightening there.
"I can't breathe. I am afraid to step out of the house. Every shadow feels like it belongs to Talon. What else does she want from me? I'm telling you, she wants to kill me!"
Richard could feel the noose tightening, the politics of it twisting.
"Lord Richard." Bishop's velvet-smooth voice cut through the tension. "I think there is no harm in finding out if she truly is telling the truth." He tilted his head toward Isolde.
Richard pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through his teeth.
